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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. "
A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. - Page 5
by Collection - 1755
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The book of celebrated poems

Book - 1854 - 496 pages
...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...
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The Complete Poetical Works of William Collins, Thomas Gray, and Oliver ...

William Collins - 1854 - 430 pages
...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 would he rove : Now drooping, woful-wan, like one...
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Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and School

Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 pages
...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...
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Gleanings from the Poets, for Home and School

1855 - 458 pages
...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...
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A collection of poems from various authors, fo young persons

Collection - 1856 - 120 pages
...beech That wreathes its old fantastick 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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A Compendium of English Literature: Chronologically Arranged, from Sir John ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1856 - 800 pages
...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...
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The Rural Poetry of the English Language: Illustrating the Seasons and ...

Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 578 pages
...beech, That wreathes its old fantastic root so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, as she stops to speak, Strokes back the ringlets from her glowin smiling, as in scorn, Muttering hie wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like...
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Aids to English Composition: Prepared for Students of All Grades

Richard Green Parker - 1857 - 464 pages
...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...
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The book of recitations [ed.] by C.W. Smith

Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 pages
...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...
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Class Book of Poetry: Consisting of Selections from Distinguished English ...

John Seely Hart - 1857 - 394 pages
...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...
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