...the peep of dawn "Brushing with hasty steps the dews away "To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 100 "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech "That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, "His listless length at noontide wou'd he stretch, "And pore upon the brook...

...peep of dawn, • Brufhing with hafty fteps the dews away, « To meet the fun upon the upland lawn. ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, • That wreathes its old famaftic roots fo high, • His liftlefs length at noon-tide would he ftretch, ' And pore upon the...

...have thus far formed the substance of Gray's work. As the swain patiently informs the curious reader: '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 at Gettysburg, among the graves of the Republic, the president still mourned his own son. 124 There at the Foot of yonder nodding Beech That wreathes its old fantastic Roots so high, His listless Length at Noontide wou'd he stretch, And pore upon the Brook...

...who lie buried beneath the lawn, he imagines an old peasant remembering Gray's own last visits here: "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...

...him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the 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 he stretch, And pore upon the brook...

...unlettered] illiterate wonted] accustomed Haply] perhaps hoary-headed] white-haired swain] countryman '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...

...tale relate; 95 If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, '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...

...him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the 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 he stretch, And pore upon the brook...

...at the Peep of Dawn 'Brushing with hasty Steps the Dews away To meet the 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 he stretch And pore upon the Brook...