 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - Страниц: 794
...brier-rose, the budding birch, and tnc hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular ili light. 1 never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew...in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a Iroop of grey plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul, like the enthusiasm... | |
 | Robert Turnbull - 1847 - Страниц: 396
...budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never heard the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild, mixing cadence of a troop of gray plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion... | |
 | Samuel Tyler - 1848 - Страниц: 222
...I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curfew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion... | |
 | 1898 - Страниц: 664
...particular effect on himself of certain times, seasons, and incidents. He continues thus : — " I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew...Summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey-plover in an Autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of Devotion... | |
 | William Thompson - 1850 - Страниц: 378
...Highland scenery and its adjuncts as Scott's Lady of the Lake. Burns, indeed, tells us that he could " never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew...noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey [golden] plover, in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul, like the enthusiasm... | |
 | 1892 - Страниц: 688
...Ellisland, on New Year's Day morning, 1789, Barns h »s the following : — "I never bear the lou-1, solitary whistle of the curlew, in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plorer, in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion... | |
 | Erastus Darrow - 1850 - Страниц: 104
...extraordinary impression. I have some flowers in spring, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew, in a summer noon, or the mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul... | |
 | 1850 - Страниц: 138
...extraordinary impression. I have some flowers in spring, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew, in a summer noon, or the mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soulliks... | |
 | Catherine Sinclair - 1851 - Страниц: 420
...rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew...noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1851 - Страниц: 332
...rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew...summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plovers, in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion... | |
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I never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry. 
