 | William Scott - 1820 - 434 sider
...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,... | |
 | 1821 - 282 sider
...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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1821 - 196 sider
...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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1821 - 192 sider
...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... | |
 | 1821 - 270 sider
...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... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 358 sider
...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... | |
 | 1824 - 450 sider
...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... | |
 | William Enfield - 1823 - 412 sider
...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... | |
 | William Scott - 1823 - 396 sider
...roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the hrook 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 lore. One morn I miss'd him... | |
 | William Collins, Thomas Gray, James Beattie, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 478 sider
...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...rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. ' One morn I miss'd him on the 'custom'J hill. Along... | |
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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. 
