 | Frank H. Ellis - 2005 - 244 pages
...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...the Brook that babbles by. 'Hard by yon Wood, now frowning as in Scorn, 'Mutt'ring his wayward Fancies he would rove, 'Now drooping, woeful wan, like... | |
 | 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...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 179 "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping,... | |
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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. 
