...him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutfring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now dropping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with...

...the peep of dawn "Brushing with hasty steps the dews away "To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 100 "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech "That wreathes...fantastic roots so high, "His listless length at noontide wou'd he stretch, "And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,...

...have thus far formed the substance of Gray's work. As the swain patiently informs the curious reader: 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech 'That wreathes...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...

...peep of dawn, • Brufhing with hafty fteps the dews away, « To meet the fun upon the upland lawn. ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, • That wreathes its old famaftic roots fo high, • His liftlefs length at noon-tide would he ftretch, ' And pore upon the...

...that at Gettysburg, among the graves of the Republic, the president still mourned his own son. 124 There at the Foot of yonder nodding Beech That wreathes...fantastic Roots so high, His listless Length at Noontide wou'd he stretch, And pore upon the Brook that babbles by. The Lincoln who steps forth in our imagination...

...who lie buried beneath the lawn, he imagines an old peasant remembering Gray's own last visits here: "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...noontide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook tha1 babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would...

...him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...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...

...unlettered] illiterate wonted] accustomed Haply] perhaps hoary-headed] white-haired swain] countryman 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...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...

...tale relate; 95 If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, 'THERE at the foot of yonder nodding beech 'That wreathes...stretch, 'And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 105 'HARD by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, 'Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, 'Now...

...him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...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...