...hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill. There I sat viewing the silver streams glide gently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves and turned them into foam. . . . As thus I sat, these and other...

...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...harmless lambs; some leaping securely in the cool shade, while others sported themselves in the cheerful sun. "As I left this place and entered into the next...

...dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to 34 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...

...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 t'me by...

...towards 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 t'mc by viewing the harmless lambs, some leaping securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported...

...towards their centre, the tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam...time by viewing the harmless lambs ; some leaping securel* in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves in the cheerful sun ; and saw others craving...

...Izaak Walton's Compleat Angler, a quotation from which accompanied the first Piscator. There I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...which broke their waves and turned them into foam. And as I thus sat, these and other sights fully possessed my soul with content; for angling after study...

...hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill. There I sat viewing the silver streams glide gently towards 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 time by...

...hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill. There I sat viewing the silver streams glide gently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam. . . . As thus I sat, these and other...

...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...