 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1848 - 786 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 one... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 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 woeful wan, like one... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1858 - 608 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 smilling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1858 - 638 páginas
...beach. That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would lie 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... | |
 | Warren P. Edgarton - 1860 - 530 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, woeful wan, like... | |
 | Henry William Dulcken - 1860 - 230 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... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 páginas
...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. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one... | |
 | James Thomson - 1861 - 480 páginas
...farewell song, With wistful eyes pursue the setting sun. 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... | |
 | Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd - 1861 - 468 páginas
...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 one... | |
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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. 
