 ... which broke their waves, and turned them into foam; and sometimes I beguiled time by viewing the harmless lambs, some leaping securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves in the cheerful sun ; and saw others craving comfort from the...  Blackwood's Magazine - Pagina 4591823Vizualizare completă - Despre această carte
 | William Lisle Bowles - 1830 - 332 pagini
...-whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree -near to the brow of the primrose hill, where we sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea. When the milk-maid, that had not yet attained so much age and wisdom as to load her mind with any fears... | |
 | William Lisle Bowles - 1830 - 330 pagini
...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree near to the brow of the primrose hill, where we sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea. When the milk-maid, that had not yet attained so much age and wisdom as to load her mind with any fears... | |
 | William Hone - 1832 - 874 pagini
...There I sat viewing the silver streams plide silently towards their centre — the tempestuous sea, yel arvest was finished, the tenants were to have hal fan The magic of these lines lies in their artlessness; they are poetry or prose, as the reader pleases,... | |
 | William Hone - 1832 - 852 pagini
...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose-hill ; there I sat, viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...centre, the tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by nigged roots and pebble stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam ; and sometimes... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton - 1833 - 350 pagini
...whose dead voice seemed t,o live in a hollow tree near to the brow of that primrose hill. " There I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea ; yet sometunes opposed by rugged roots and pebble stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 pagini
...dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose-hill ; — there I sat, viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled the time... | |
 | 1837 - 704 pagini
...to the brow of that primrose hill. There I sat, ' viewing the silver streams glide silently toward their centre the ' tempestuous sea; yet, sometimes opposed by rugged roots and ' pebble-stones, which broke their waves and turned them into ' foam. And sometimes I beguiled the... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton - 1839 - 594 pagini
...towards their centre, the tempestuous sea; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebblestones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled time by view* ing the harmless lambs, some leaping securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves... | |
 | William Hone - 1841 - 840 pagini
...live in a hollow tree near the brow of that primrosehill. There I sat viewing the silver streams plide silently towards their centre — the tempestuous...which broke their waves and turned them into foam." The magic of these lines lies in their artlessness ; they are poetry or prose, as the reader pleases,... | |
 | william gardiner - 1841 - 500 pagini
...roots and pebbled stones, which broke their ' waves and turned them into foam ; and now be' guiled time by viewing the harmless lambs, some ' leaping...securely in the cool shade, whilst others ' sported in the cheerful sun ; and as I sat, these ' and other sights had so fully possessed my soul ' with... | |
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