...of Nature cries ; Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove, Sow drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed...

...their artless tale relate; If 'chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,...by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, " Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove, " Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, " Or crazed...

...the voice of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless...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 craz'd...

...of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed...

...of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies would he rove : Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, " One niorn...

...lines their artless tale relate, If, chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit should inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may...by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed...

...hoary-headed swain may say, ** Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the clews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn: "There,...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rovej Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with...

...tale relate, If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away, To meet...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed...

...fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, — "Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn, Brishing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon...by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed...

...fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, — " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn, Brishing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon...by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed...