 | William Collins, Thomas Gray, James Beattie, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 478 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 σελίδες
...beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, es dight, While the plowman near at hand Whistles o'er the furro srailing as in scorn. Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woful wan, like one... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 σελίδες
...beeeh, That wreathes its old fantastie roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he streteh, mongst rude burs and thistles ? Perhaps some eold bank is her bo smiling as in seorn, Muttering his wayward faneies he would rove, Now drooping woful wan, like one... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1825 - 346 σελίδες
...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, 105 Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful wan, like... | |
 | John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1827 - 468 σελίδες
...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, M utt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like... | |
 | George Merriam - 1828 - 292 σελίδες
...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 σελίδες
...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 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1830 - 844 σελίδες
...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... | |
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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. 
