 | Half hours - 1863 - 408 trang
...away, To meet the sun upon tho upland lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1863 - 788 trang
...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...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn. Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with... | |
 | 1863 - 392 trang
...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...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; E Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | John Charles Curtis - 1863 - 178 trang
...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...babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove : Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | esq Henry Jenkins - 1864 - 800 trang
...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...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 trang
...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...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 trang
...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...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 forlorn, Or crazed... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 trang
...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...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 forlom, Or crazed... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 trang
...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...babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutfring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now dropping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with... | |
 | Stephanie Sandler - 1999 - 388 trang
...nodding beech "That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, "His listless length at noontide wou'd he stretch, "And pore upon the brook that babbles...as in scorn, 105 "Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wou'd rove, "Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, "Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless... | |
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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. 
