...listless length at noontide would he stretch) And pore upon the brook that babbles by. * Hard by yon wpod, now smiling, as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies...rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopless love. One morn 1 miss'd him on th' accustom'd hill, Along...

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...fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretcfc, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mutt'ring bis wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care,...

...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,...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...

...labour done, Oft as the woodlark pip'd her farewell song. With wistful eyes pursue the setting sun*. " 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. " One morn I miss'd...

...labour done, Oft as the woodlark pip'd her farewell song, With wistful eyes pursue the setting sun *. " 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. " One morn I miss'd...

...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 : N ow drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. One...

...stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles 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 with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn I miss'd him on the 'custom'd hill, Along...

...stray'd, A stranger yet to pain, 1 feel the gales that from you blow A momentary bliss bestow. WEST SIDE. 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 crazed wish care, ur cross'd in hopeless love. One morn I miss'd him...

...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...