 | Thomas Warton - 1753 - 164 стор.
...That wreathes its old fantaftic roots fo high, ' His liftlefs length at noontide wou'd he ftretch, ' And pore upon the 'brook that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wcu'd rove, ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like... | |
 | Thomas Warton - 1753 - 164 стор.
...That wreathes its old fantaftic roots fo high, ' His liftlefs length at noontide would he ftretch, ' And pore upon the brook that babbles by. • Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wou'd rove, ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like... | |
 | Thomas Warton - 1753 - 168 стор.
...peep of dawn ' Brufhing with hafty fteps the dews away, ' To meet the fun upon the upland lawn. • There at the foot of yonder nodding beech ' That wreathes its old fantaftic roots fo high, * His liftlefs length at noontide would he flretch, 4 And pore upon the brook... | |
 | Collection - 1755 - 378 стор.
...the peep of dawn ' Brufhing with hafty fteps the dews away ' To meet the fun upon the upland lawn. ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech ' That wreathes its old fantaftic roots fo high, ' His liftlefs length at noon-tide wou'd he ftretch, * And pore upon the brook... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1758 - 384 стор.
...the peep of dawn ' Brufhing with hafty fteps the dews away ' To meet the fun upon the upland land. ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech ' That wreathes its old fantaftick roots fo high, ' His liftlefs length at noon-tide wou'd he ftretch, ' And pore upon the... | |
 | Thomas Warton - 1759 - 168 стор.
...him at the peep of dawn ' Bruflung with hafty dews away, ' To meet the fun upon the upland lawn. ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech ' That wreathes its old fantaftic roots fo high, ' His liftlefs length at noontide woii'd he ftretch, ' And pore upon the brook... | |
 | Robert Lloyd - 1762 - 308 стор.
...That wreathes its old fantaftic roots fo high, " His liftlefs length at noon-tide would he ftretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, " Mutt' ring his wayward fancies he wou'd rove ; " Now drooping, woeful wan, like... | |
 | John Newbery - 1762 - 292 стор.
...the peep of dawn ' Brufhing with hafty fteps the dews away, < To meet the fun upon the upland lawn. ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech < That wreathes its old fantaftic roots fo high, ' His liftlefs length at noon-tide would he ftretch, < And pore upon the brook... | |
 | 1763 - 556 стор.
...polHhed and harmonious Gray has been Co ftrangely impolite, as to draw the following picture of himfelf. There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantallic roots fo high, Ilis liftlcfs length at noon-tide would he llretch. And pore upon the brook... | |
 | 1765 - 414 стор.
...pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; * Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, ' Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. ' One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd 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. 
