...fame unknown" began to be grafted onto descriptions of landscapes. Of Gray's youth it was said that "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech/ That wreathes...stretch,/ And pore upon the brook that babbles by" (Gray 136: lines 101-4). In "Tintern Abbey" the "waters, rolling from their mountain-springs/ With...

..."Oft have we seen 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...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...

...feen him at the 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...

..."Oft have we seen 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...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,...

...turn the tables on him, viewing him as a man who is as wayward as they, to him, are "sequester'd": Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wou'd rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless...

...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...

..."Oft have we seen 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...scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now dropping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. "One morn...

...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...