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...have we feen him at the peep of dawn ' Brufhing with hafty fteps the dews away, ' To meet the fun upon the upland lawn. ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech ' That wreathes its old fantaftic roots fo high, ' His liftlefs length at noontide would he ftretch, ' And pore upon the brook...

...That wreathes its old fantaftic roots fo high, ' His liftlefs length at noontide wou'd he ftretch, ' And pore upon the 'brook that babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, ' Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wcu'd rove, ' Now drooping, woeful wan, like...

...have we feen him at the peep of dawn ' Brufhing with hafty fteps the dews away ' To meet the fun upon the upland lawn. ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech ' That wreathes its old fantaftic roots fo high, ' His liftlefs length at noon-tide wou'd he ftretch, * And pore upon the brook...

...nigh, lested by the agents filthy stench, He'd pore on books with many a piteous sigh. yonder hall, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; )w drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or eraz'd with care, or eross'd in hopeless love. ic...

...peep of dawn ' Brufhing with hafty fteps the dews away • To meet the fun upon the upland land. ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech ' That wreathes its old fantaftick roots fo high, ' His liftlefs length at noon-tide wou'd he ftretch, ' And pore upon the...

...the peep of dawn ' Brufhing with hafty fteps the dews away ' To meet the fun upon the upland land. ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech ' That wreathes its old fantaftick roots fo high, ' His liftlefs length at noon-tide wou'd he ftretch, ' And pore upon the...

...' Oft have we feen him at the peep of dawn ' Bruflung with hafty dews away, ' To meet the fun upon the upland lawn. ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech ' That wreathes its old fantaftic roots fo high, ' His liftlefs length at noontide woii'd he ftretch, ' And pore upon the brook...

...have we feen him at the peep of dawn ' Brufhing with hafty fteps the dews away, < To meet the fun upon the upland lawn. ' There at the foot of yonder nodding beech < That wreathes its old fantaftic roots fo high, ' His liftlefs length at noon-tide would he ftretch, < And pore upon the brook...

...That wreathes its old fantaftic roots fo high, " His liftlefs length at noon-tide would he ftretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, " Mutt' ring his wayward fancies he wou'd rove ; " Now drooping, woeful wan, like...