 | John Pierpont - 1831 - 294 páginas
...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... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...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, woful-wan, like one... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840 - 372 páginas
...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... | |
 | Cam river - 1841 - 318 páginas
...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... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 108 páginas
...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 páginas
...beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, an easy, unembarrassed, and graceful manner. This smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 páginas
...beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, rd Was laid,' joyous arose — to die that day Was bliss. Long smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would готе ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1845 - 456 páginas
...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, Mattering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful wan, like... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 páginas
...wreathes its o'ld/ fanta'stic-roots so hi'gh, " His listless len'gth/ at noon'tide/ would he str'etch, " And po're upon the bro'ok/ that babbles by. " Hard by yon wo'od, (now smiling as in sc'orn,) " Muttering his wayward fan'cies/, he would ro've ; " Now droo'ping, wo'ful,... | |
 | 1846 - 436 páginas
...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... | |
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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. 
