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...fires.2 For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonor'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate j If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred...roots so high, His listless length at noontide would be stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering...

...of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;...lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore...

...of nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonor'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,...nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so hign, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. "...

...relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who,...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove,...

...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,...the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn ; ' l There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His...

...lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate,- — Haply some hoary -headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep...upland lawn : " There at the foot of yonder nodding beach, " That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " His listless length at noontide would he...

...the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires ! For thee, who, mindful of the unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove...

...Dost in these lines their artless tale relate If, chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kmdred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply, some hoary-headed...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering...

...by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit should inquire thy fate', Haply some hoary -headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep...would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by,11 etc. — GRAY. passage, to quit the melancholy tone of the narrator, and assnme the indifferent...