 E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain...  A Household Book of English Poetry - Página 2151870 - 438 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Frank H. Ellis - 2005 - 244 páginas
...himself, are faithfully drawn in his own poetical picture,"23 and goes on to quote the Swain's words: 'Oft have we seen him at the Peep of Dawn 'Brushing...the Dews away To meet the Sun upon the upland Lawn. There at the Foot of yonder nodding Beech That wreathes its old fantastic Roots so high, 'His listless... | |
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