...turn the tables on him, viewing him as a man who is as wayward as they, to him, are "sequester'd": Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wou'd rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless...

...stretch. And pore upon the brook tha1 babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. "One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the...

...so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now dropping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. "One morn...

...high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 179 "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. "One morn I miss'd...

...so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, "One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came,...

...Noontide would he stretch And pore upon the Brook that babbles by. 'Hard by yon Wood, now frowning as in Scorn, 'Mutt'ring his wayward Fancies he would rove, 'Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn. 'Or craz'd with Care, or cross'd in hopeless Love.' This would almost...