 | 1806 - 408 str.
...beech, ' That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, ' His listless length at noon-tide would lie 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 forlorn, ' Or... | |
 | 1806 - 330 str.
...lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding 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. 146 " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; "... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 str.
...lawn" There at the foot of yonder nodding 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. Hark ' how the sacred calm, tbat breathes around, Bids every fierce tumultuous passion cease. In atill... | |
 | Albin-Joseph-Ulpien Hennet - 1806 - 456 str.
...* There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, » That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, » His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, » And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. v >, Hard by yon wood , now smiling as in scorn, » Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1807 - 728 str.
...• ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech ' That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, ' His listless length at noontide would he stretch,...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... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 str.
...lawn. ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech ' That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, ' His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, ' And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. « Him have we seen the greenwood side along, ' While o'er the heath we hied, our labour... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 622 str.
...rooi< so high, His listless length at noontide would lie stretch, And pore upon the brook that hubbies by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering...rove, Now drooping woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 682 str.
...upland lawn. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch....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 craz'd... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 str.
...lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch,...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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 680 str.
...There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, IT * ¡istless length at noon-tide would he stretch. And pore upon...babbles by. * Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove; Sow drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd... | |
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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. 
