 | Charles Rogers - 1891 - 412 páginas
...and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the VOL. IIL 2 C curlew in a summer 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... | |
 | William H. Wintringham - 1892 - 446 páginas
...words as Wordsworth answered them by his actions. " I never hear," said Burns, in one of his letters, " the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer...noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plovers in an autumn morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion... | |
 | James Craig Higgins - 1893 - 252 páginas
...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... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - 516 páginas
...brierrose, the budding birk, 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 çrey-plover in an Autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of Devotion... | |
 | Maurice Maeterlinck - 1893 - 670 páginas
...briar-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 plover, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry." And Byron,... | |
 | John Morley - 1894 - 620 páginas
...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... | |
 | Frances Bennett Callaway - 1895 - 264 páginas
...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... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - 1895 - 300 páginas
...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 plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion... | |
 | John Burroughs - 1895 - 268 páginas
...the rising moon, have charms for me," says Cowper. "I never hear," says Burns in one of his letters, "the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew 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... | |
 | John Burroughs - 1895 - 268 páginas
...rising moon, have charms for me," says Cowper. "I never hear," says Burns in one of his letters, " the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew 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... | |
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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. 
