 | 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... | |
 | James Sheridan Knowles - 1847 - 344 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, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1847 - 276 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, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one... | |
 | Asa Humphrey - 1847 - 238 páginas
...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 smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woful wan, like one... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 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, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 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 scom, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 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, Mutfring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now dropping, woeful wan, like one... | |
 | Stephanie Sandler - 1999 - 388 páginas
..."That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, "His listless length at noontide wou'd he stretch, "And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, 105 "Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wou'd rove, "Now drooping, woeful 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. 
