...peep of dawn " Brushing with hasty steps the dew away, " To meet the sun upon the upland l«wn. •« There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That wreathes its old fantastic root so high, " His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, " And pore upon the brook that bubbles...

...' To meet the sun upon the upland lawn, ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, ' That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, ' His listless length...noontide 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...

...jumps along by him, And never stays to greet him ; Ay, quoth Jaques, £?3 " There at the foot of yondtr nodding; beech " That wreathes its old fantastic roots...so high, " His listless length at noon-tide would be stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbits by." Gray's Elegy. STEEV. [8J It is said in one...

...a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more 7 — — a* he lay along Under an oak, &c.] " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech " That wreathes...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by.'' Gray's Elegy. STEEVENS. * — — the big round tears &c.] It is said in one of the marginal notes...

...peep of dawn. " Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, " To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech " That wreathes...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...

...steps, the dews away, Tp meet the sun upon the upland lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beach, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, jVIutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd...

...him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...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 forlorn, Or crazed...

...the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 100 "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...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 forlom, Or crazed...

...by the elegant Gray: There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech That writhes its old fantastic root so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 23 Only that here it was beneath an oak, not a beech, that the moraliser was extended. His head rested...

...fame unknown" began to be grafted onto descriptions of landscapes. Of Gray's youth it was said that "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech/ That wreathes...stretch,/ And pore upon the brook that babbles by" (Gray 136: lines 101-4). In "Tintern Abbey" the "waters, rolling from their mountain-springs/ With...