 | Thomas Gray - 1807 - 728 стор.
...the upland lawn. • ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech ' That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, ' His listless length at noontide would...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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 622 стор.
...rooi< so high, His listless length at noontide would lie stretch, And pore upon the brook that hubbies by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering...woful 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 the heath and near his... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 стор.
...upon the upland lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " His listless length at noon-tide...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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 682 стор.
...Sun upon the upland lawn. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would...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 craz'd... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 680 стор.
...There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, IT * ¡istless length at noon-tide would he stretch. And pore upon...babbles by. * Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove; Sow drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd... | |
 | John Young - 1810 - 432 стор.
...upland lawn. XXVI. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " His listless length at noontide would...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. XXVII. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove... | |
 | John Young - 1810 - 266 стор.
...upland lawn. XXVI. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " His listless length at noontide would...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. XXVII. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove... | |
 | Poetical selections - 1811 - 324 стор.
...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, "...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 424 стор.
...along Under an oak, &c.] " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech " That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " His listless length at noon-tide...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by.'' Gray's Elegy. STEEVENS. * — — the big round tears &c.] It is said in one of the marginal notes... | |
 | 1814 - 310 стор.
...upon the upland lawn. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech " That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " His listless length at noontide would..." Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, " Or crazed with care,. or cross'd in hopeless love. •' One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, "... | |
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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. 
