 | Henry William Dulcken - 1860 - 230 pàgines
...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 length...by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove : Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Warren P. Edgarton - 1860 - 530 pàgines
...have we seen him, at the peep of dawn, " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old, fantastic roots so high, His listless length...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... | |
 | Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd, Recreations - 1861 - 474 pàgines
...employed himself when he wandered abroad: There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 pàgines
...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 length at...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... | |
 | Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd - 1861 - 482 pàgines
...employed himself when he wandered abroad : There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rore; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | James Thomson - 1861 - 480 pàgines
...labour done, Oft as the woodlark piped her farewell song, With wistful eyes pursue the setting sun. His listless length at noontide would he stretch,...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove: Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1862 - 392 pàgines
...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 length at...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | English poets - 1862 - 626 pàgines
...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 length at...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Robert Eldridge Aris Willmott - 1862 - 418 pàgines
...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 Length at...babbles by. Hard by yon Wood, now smiling as in Scorn, Muttering his wayward Fancies, would he rove ; Now drooping woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd... | |
 | Choice poems - 1862 - 368 pàgines
...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 length at...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... | |
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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. 
