...ftrctch, " And pore upon the brook that bubble* by. " Hard by-yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, " Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, " Now...woful wan, like one forlorn, " Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopelefs love. " One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill, " Along the heath and near...

...the upland lawn [4]. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " His listless length at noontide would...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 manuscript,...

...upon the upland lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " His listless length at noon-tide...babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ringhiswaywardfancies, he wouldrove; " Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, " Orcraz'd...

...the upland lawn [44], " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " His listless length at noontide would...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, followed...

...think ' At ease reclin'd There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would...stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Many passages which powerfully appeal to the heart, and which may, indeed, be esteemed very striking...

...upon the upland lawn. 4 'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, « That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, 'His listless length at noon-tide would...babbles by. ' Hard by yon wood, now smiling as In scorn, 'Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove; 4 Now drooping, woeful wan ! like one forlorn, ' Or...

...root so higb, His listless length at noon-tide "would hcstrctchi And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woeful wan, like one forlorn,. Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love." GHAY-. Viola entered...

...along Under an oak, &c. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech " That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " His listless length at noon-tide...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by." Much marked of the melancholy .Tuques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting...

...upon the upland lawn" There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, •" That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " His listless length at noon-tide...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hark ' how the sacred calm, tbat breathes around, Bids every fierce tumultuous passion cease. In atill...

...upon the upland lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, " That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " His listless length at noon-tide...stretch, " And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 146 " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, " Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove ; "...