 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 472 str.
...passage :— ' 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.' '' ' Saucius at quadrupes nota intra tecta refugit Saccessitque gemens stabulis ; questnque cruentus... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1826 - 190 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, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Him have we seen the greenwood side along, While o'er the heath we hied, our labour done, Oft as... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 470 str.
...passage : — ' 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.1 8 ' Sancins at quadrnpes nota intra tecta refugit Successitque gemens stabulis ; questuque cruentus... | |
 | John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 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,...' 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 accustom'd hill, ' Along... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1827 - 468 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, M utt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd... | |
 | William Enfield - 1827 - 412 str.
...lawn. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That wreathes it's 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, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 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 crazed... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 str.
...lawn. 100 "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch....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... | |
 | Anne Plumptre - 1996 - 388 str.
...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... | |
 | George Hughes - 1997 - 274 str.
...said that "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" (Gray 136: lines 101-4). In "Tintern Abbey" the "waters, rolling from their mountain-springs/ With... | |
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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. 
