 ... 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
 | 1908 - 444 pagini
...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow cave 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 ragged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves and turned them into foam : and sometimes viewing... | |
 | Charles Frederick Holder - 1910 - 540 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 foarn ; and sometimes I beguiled time... | |
 | Alphonso Gerald Newcomer - 1910 - 776 pagini
...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill. There I sat ison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and...hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my s pebblestones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam. And sometimes I beguiled time by... | |
 | George Saintsbury - 1912 - 518 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...sea ; | yet sometimes opposed | by rugged roots, and pebble-stones, | which broke their waves, and turned them into foam : | and sometimes I beguiled time... | |
 | Carson Samuel Duncan - 1918 - 204 pagini
...towards their centre, the tempestuous sea; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam,...cool shade, whilst others sported themselves in the sun".1* Thus with the eyes of a scientist and the feeling of a poet, Piscator has combined the delightful... | |
 | Carson Samuel Duncan - 1913 - 204 pagini
...of Sprat's injunction to walk in nature as in a garden, and to taste of its plenty. ' ' 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... | |
 | Sir Henry Craik - 1913 - 624 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... | |
 | Izaak Walton - 1913 - 314 pagini
...you? ..... 56 Under that broad beech-tree I sat down, when I was last this way a-fishing. There I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea . 72 CORI DON. Well, then, I will begin, for I hate contention . 88 Does not this meat taste well?... | |
 | Thomas Hubert Hutton, Stanley Blake - 1919 - 296 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... | |
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