 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1820 - 548 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... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 422 str.
...upland lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beach, 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... | |
 | William Scott - 1819 - 366 str.
...upland lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beecli, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch)...pore upon the brook that babbles by. * Hard by yon wpod, now smiling, as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 434 str.
...beach, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretcfc, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mutt'ring bis wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 398 str.
...upland lawn. There at the f^ot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots »o high. His listless length at noontide would he stretch ; And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hp.nl by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mutt' ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Kow drooping,... | |
 | 1821 - 270 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 : N ow drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 540 str.
...&c.] " 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." Gray's Elegy. STEEVENS. 8 The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans, That their discharge did stretch... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 358 str.
...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, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove,... | |
 | 1821 - 282 str.
...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 forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. One morn I miss'd him on th' accustom'd hill, Along... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 284 str.
...side along, ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch,...Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. ' One morn I miss'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. 
