 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 страници
...beech That wreathes its old fantustic 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... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 страници
...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... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 страници
...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... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1851 - 472 страници
...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... | |
 | William Chambers - 1851 - 200 страници
...beach, That wreathes its old fantastic arms 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... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 616 страници
...beech, That wreaths 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 smilling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like... | |
 | Class-book - 1852 - 152 страници
...beech, That wreathes its old fantastic root 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... | |
 | Scottish school-book assoc - 1852 - 248 страници
...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... | |
 | 1853 - 560 страници
...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... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 страници
...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, Sow 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. 
