 | Thomas Gray - 1799 - 270 psl.
...peep of dawn " Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, " To meet the sun upon the upland lawn [4]. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That...noontide would he stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. f 4] Variation : — On the high brow of yonder hanging lawn. After which, in his first... | |
 | 1800 - 322 psl.
...their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "...would he stretch, " And pore upon the .brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ringhiswaywardfancies, he wouldrove;... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1800 - 482 psl.
...the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink, With me the Muse shall sit, and think ' At ease reclin'd There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Many passages which powerfully appeal to the heart, and which may, indeed, be esteemed... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1800 - 302 psl.
...peep of dawn " Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, " To meet the sun upon the upland lawn [44], " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That...noontide would he stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. [44] Variation:—On the high brow of yonder hanging l»wn. After which, in the first manuscript,... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 psl.
...away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. Thepe at the foot of yonder nodding beech , That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high , His listless length...by. Hard by yon wood , now smiling , as in scorn, Mutt'ringh is wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping , woeful wan , like one forlorn , Or craz'd... | |
 | Robert Blair - 1804 - 132 psl.
...peep of dawn, * Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, * 1 o meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 4 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, « That...noon-tide 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;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 322 psl.
...broad arrow with the forked head " Misses," &c. Steevens. 7 — — as he lay along Under an oak, &c. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech " That wreathes...noon-tide would he stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by." Much marked of the melancholy .Tuques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,... | |
 | Albin Joseph U. Hennet - 1806 - 458 psl.
...the voice of nature cries , Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless...by. » Hard by yon wood , now smiling as in scorn , » Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; y> Now drooping woeful wan , like one forlorn ,... | |
 | Albin-Joseph-Ulpien Hennet - 1806 - 456 psl.
...the voice of nature cries , Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless...stretch, » And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. v >, Hard by yon wood , now smiling as in scorn, » Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; y>... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 psl.
...the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes* live their wonted fires. For thce, who mindful of th* unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless...noon-tide would he stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hark ' how the sacred calm, tbat breathes around, Bids every fierce tumultuous passion... | |
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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. 
