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...very spirit of the Roman bard, has given us of his minstrel-youth " to fortune and to fame unknown." " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by." It is the pre-<lisposition which scenery of this kind, and at such an hour, gives to the empire of...

...very spirit of the Roman bard, has given us of his minstrel-youth " to fortune and to fame unknown." " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by." It is the pre-disposition which scenery of this kind, and at such an hour, gives to the empire of fancy...

...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...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 ; Now drooping,...

...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 higli, « His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, « And pore upon the brook that babbles...

...lawn : " There at the foot of yondsr nodding beech, " T!iat wreathes its old fantastic root so lugh, " His listless length at noontide would he stretch, " And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. " Hard by yoa wood, now smiling: as in scorn, " Mutt'riug his wayward fancies he would...

...labour done, Oft as the woodlark piped her farewell song, With wistful eyes pursue the setting sun." " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, 105 Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping,...

...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...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, Now drooping,...

...the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 100 "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes...stretch. And pore upon the brook that babbles by, "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scom, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping,...

...by the elegant Gray: There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech That writhes its old fantastic root so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 23 Only that here it was beneath an oak, not a beech, that the moraliser was extended. His head rested...