 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 páginas
...sun upon the upland lawn. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantustic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would...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 with... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1851 - 472 páginas
...peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps•, the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. u There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...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... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1851 - 468 páginas
...steps, the dews away, Haply, some hoary-headed swain may say, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn, " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Mattering... | |
 | Henry Drury - 1851 - 386 páginas
...away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length...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 crazed with... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 páginas
...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...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 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | George Hughes - 1997 - 274 páginas
...fame unknown" began to be grafted onto descriptions of landscapes. Of Gray's youth it was said that "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech/ That wreathes...stretch,/ And pore upon the brook that babbles by" (Gray 136: lines 101-4). In "Tintern Abbey" the "waters, rolling from their mountain-springs/ With... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 páginas
...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...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... | |
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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. 
