A Criticism on the Elegy Written in a Country Church Yard: Being a Continuation of Dr. J----n's Criticism on the Poems of GrayG. Wilkie, 1783 - 90页 |
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第xvi页 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
第xvii页 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
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