 | James Sheridan Knowles - 1847 - 344 sivua
...upon the upland lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would...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 crazed... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1847 - 276 sivua
...upon the upland lawn. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would...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 crazed with... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 216 sivua
...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 the 'custom'd...hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree : Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with... | |
 | William Balmbro'. Flower - 1848 - 304 sivua
...upon the upland lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would...that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as m scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn,... | |
 | English poetry - 1848 - 468 sivua
...fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the hrook that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now smiling as...his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. ' One morn I miss'd... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 sivua
...sun upon the upland lawn. There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard \>y you wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping,... | |
 | George Croly - 1849 - 416 sivua
...sun upon the upland lawn. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would...hill, . Along the heath, and near his favourite tree, Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; " The next with dirges... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1849 - 446 sivua
...upon the upland lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 25 " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1849 - 466 sivua
...high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 25 " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering...wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful w#n, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed with hopeless love. " One morn I missed him... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 sivua
...upon the upland lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, lik« one forlorn, Or eraz'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. 
