...roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mutt'ring...his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. One morn I miss'd him...

...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, 105 Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed...

...beeeh, That wreathes its old fantastie roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he streteh, mongst rude burs and thistles ? Perhaps some eold bank is her bolster now, Or seorn, Muttering his wayward faneies he would rove, Now drooping woful wan, like one forlorn, Or eraz'd...

...Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn...on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he :...

...And pore upon the brook that babbles by. « Hard by von wood, now smiling as in scorn, « Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove; «Now drooping,...craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. « One mom I miss' d him on the custom' cl hill, « Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; « Ànother...

...wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. ' One morn I miss'd him on th' accustom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree : Another came ; nor yet beside the...

...so high, " His listless length at noontide would he stretch, " And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, "...his wayward fancies he would rove ; " Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, " Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn, I miss'd...

...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, M utt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd...

...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 forlorn, * Or craz'd...

...high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 11 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 craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. 12 One morn I miss'd...