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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. "
Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected ... - Page 58
by James Roach - 1792
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The book of English poetry, with critical and biogr. sketches of the poets

English poetry - 1853 - 552 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, Sow drooping, woeful wan, like one...
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North American First Class Reader: The Sixth Book of Tower's Series for ...

David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1854 - 440 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 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

1854 - 456 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 Boy's Second Help to Reading: A Selection of Choice Passages from ...

Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 pages
...beech, That wreaths 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, Mutt'rinjj liia wayward fancies, would he rove ; Now drooping, woml-wan, like...
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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 Beauties of the British Poets, with a Few Introductory Observations

George Croly - 1854 - 426 pages
...That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, If is 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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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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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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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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