 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.  A Collection of Poems ... - Page 5publié par - 1758Affichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
 | Mark R. Schwen, Dorothy C. Bass - 2006 - 580 pages
...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 its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook... | |
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