 ... 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 Shakespeare - 1851 - 446 pagini
...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree near to the brow of that primrose-hill. There I j sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea ; but sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 458 pagini
...seemed to live 376 ILLUSTRATIONS O? 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 ; but sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 344 pagini
...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill : there I sate viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...centre, the tempestuous sea, yet sometimes opposed by ragged roots and pebblestones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam : and sometimes I... | |
 | 1853 - 420 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...tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam ; and sometimes I beguiled time by... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1854 - 482 pagini
...toward their center, the tempestuous sea, yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves and turned them into foam...lambs — some leaping securely in the cool shade, while others sported themselves in the cheerful sun ; and saw others craving comfort from the swollen... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton - 1854 - 348 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 I... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 pagini
...toward their center, the tempestuous sea, yet sometimes opposed by ragged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam...harmless lambs, some leaping securely in the cool shade, while others sported themselves in the cheerful sun, and saw others craving comfort from the swollen... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 pagini
...toward their center, the tempestuous sea, yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves and turned them into foam...lambs — some leaping securely in the cool shade, while others sported themselves in the cheerful sun ; and saw others craving comfort from the swollen... | |
 | Izaak Walton - 1856 - 592 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...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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - 396 pagini
...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill : there I sate viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea, yet 82 sometimes opposed by ragged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into... | |
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