 | Book - 1854 - 496 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, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one... | |
 | William Collins - 1854 - 430 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, Muttering his wayward fancies would he rove : Now drooping, woful-wan, like one... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 pàgines
...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, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like... | |
 | 1855 - 458 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, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like... | |
 | Collection - 1856 - 120 pàgines
...beech That wreathes its old fantastick 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, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful wan, like one... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1856 - 800 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, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woful wan, like one... | |
 | Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 578 pàgines
...beech, That wreathes its old fantastic root so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, as she stops to speak, Strokes back the ringlets from her glowin smiling, as in scorn, Muttering hie wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1857 - 464 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, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove , Now drooping, woful wan, like... | |
 | Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 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, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful — wan, like... | |
 | John Seely Hart - 1857 - 394 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, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one... | |
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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. 
