 | Choice poems - 1862 - 368 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... | |
 | English poets - 1862 - 626 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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1862 - 418 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... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1862 - 392 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... | |
 | Half hours - 1863 - 414 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... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 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, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 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 scom, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 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, Mutfring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now dropping, woeful wan, like one... | |
 | Stephanie Sandler - 1999 - 388 pages
..."That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, "His listless length at noontide wou'd he stretch, "And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, 105 "Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wou'd rove, "Now drooping, woeful wan, like... | |
 | Robert L. Mack - 2000 - 768 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, woeful wan, like... | |
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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. 
