His eye roves along the windows.

Bacon inveighs against the scholastic trifling of his day; Milton talks of the waste of time on litigious brawling; Locke mocks at the logic of the schools; Cowley complains of being taught words, not things; Gibbon rejoices over his escape from the port and prejudice of Magdalen; Wordsworth contemns the "trade in classic niceties," and roves "in magisterial liberty" by the Cam, as afterwards among the hills.

More pleased, my foot the hidden margin roves Of Como, bosomed deep in chestnut groves.

Lo! where through flat Batavia's willowy groves, 520 Or by the lazy Seine, the exile roves; O'er the curled waters Alpine measures swell, And search the affections to their inmost cell; Sweet poison spreads along the listener's veins, Turning past pleasures into mortal pains; [140] 525 Poison, which not a frame of steel can brave, Bows his young head with sorrow to the grave.

Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed.

The sage, awaked at early day, Through the deep forest took his way; Drawn by the music of the groves, Along the winding gloom he roves: From tree to tree, the warbling throats Prolong the sweet alternate notes.

behind the clustering pack Submiss attend, hear with respect thy whip Loud-clanging, and thy harsher voice obey: Spare not the straggling cur, that wildly roves; But let thy brisk assistant on his back Imprint thy just resentments; let each lash Bite to the quick, till howling he return And whining creep amid the trembling crowd.

But whither roves my devious Muse, intent On antique tales, while yet the royal stag Unsung remains?

If now perchance through the weak fence escaped, Far up the wind he roves, with open mouth Inhales the cooling breeze, nor man, nor beast He spares, implacable.

As in dry air the sea-born stranger roves, Each muscle quickens, and each sense improves; Cold gills aquatic form respiring lungs, And sounds aerial flow from slimy tongues.

Scorning the sordid soil, aloft she springs, Shakes her white plume, and claps her golden wings; High o'er the fields of boundless ether roves, And seeks amid the clouds her soaring loves!

And then my eye roves westward to where the Great Bear hangs head downwards as if to devour the earth.

The horse's hoofs resound upon the plain As the lone horseman with bewildered brain, To leave behind the phantoms of the night, Rides fiercely through the early morning light, Beyond the orange orchards, citron groves, 'Mid feathery date-palms he reckless roves.

The Zi-ar-ri Heabani loves, That play within the running streams; With Zi-ti-am-a-ti he roves Upon the sands in warm sunbeams.

Who roves all day, at length may hit the marke; That is the cause,because I cannot stay With him whose love is dearer then my life.

While from the far-divided shore Where liberty unconquer'd roves, Her ardent glance shall oft' explore The parent isle her spirit loves; Shall spread upon the western main Harmonious concord's golden chain, While stern on Gallia's ever hostile strand From Albion's cliff she pours her daring band.

At random thus for all, for none, he lives, Profusely lavish though he nothing gives; The world he roves as living but to show A friendless man without a single foe; From bad to good, to bad from good to run, And find a character by seeking none.

When the eye roves off from the green plain, to the groves, or points of timber, these also are found ... robed in the most attractive hues.

Wilt thou indeed Safety and love upon a youth bestow, And fondly tender him earth's fairest joy Unto my friend, more worthy than myself, Impart thy favors; 'mong yon rocks he roves.

2 Now o'er the rural kingdom roves Soft Pleasure with her laughing train; Love warbles in the vocal groves, And Vegetation paints the plain.

Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, The unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.

21 Dear to me was the wild-thorny Hill, And dear the brown Heath's sober scene; And Youth shall find Happiness still, Tho' he roves not on Common or Green: Tho' the pressure of Wealth's lordly hand Shall give Emulation no scope, And tho' all the' appropriate Land Shall leave Indigence nothing to hope.

He recalls memories of beings and things he has never really known and a time comes when he escapes from the penitentiary of his age and roves, in full liberty, into another epoch with which, through a last illusion, he seems more in harmony.

The eye enraptur'd roves o'er woods and dells, Or dwells complacent on the numerous signs Of cultivated life.

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