 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.  Poems by Mr. Gray - Pàgina 118per Thomas Gray - 1770 - 120 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1828 - 414 pàgines
...lawn : 10 There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, 11 Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. 12 One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill. Along the heath,... | |
 | George Merriam - 1828 - 292 pàgines
...beach, That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove$ Now drooping, woful wan ! like... | |
 | 1829 - 460 pàgines
...beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard by yon wood now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one... | |
 | William Scott - 1829 - 420 pàgines
...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. Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 pàgines
...would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'd him on the 'custom'd hill, Along the heath,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1830 - 844 pàgines
...beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, ers of the world ! What a variety of labour, too, is necessary smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 pàgines
...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. 'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 pàgines
...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, "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scom, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 pàgines
...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. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutfring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now dropping, woeful wan, like one... | |
 | Stephanie Sandler - 1999 - 388 pàgines
..."That wreathes its old 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, 105 "Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wou'd rove, "Now drooping, woeful wan, like... | |
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