| Robert Burns - 1800 - Počet stránok 520
...hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I VOL. ii. P never never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew, in a 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... | |
| 1801 - Počet stránok 452
...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 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,... | |
| 1828 - Počet stránok 722
...solitary •whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation...Tell me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing. Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the . lv>li;m harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing... | |
| 1809 - Počet stránok 530
...birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear die loud, solitary whistle of the curlew in a 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 endiusiasm of devotion... | |
| Robert Burns - 1806 - Počet stránok 506
...birch, and the hoary hawthorn, 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 wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion... | |
| Robert Burns - 1806 - Počet stránok 622
...solitary whistle of the curlew in a 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 or poetry. Te^l me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing ? Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the Eolian... | |
| John Evans - 1807 - Počet stránok 318
...bndding-birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the lond solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixed cadence of a troop of grey-plovers ia an antumnal morning, without feeling an ele<' vation of... | |
| 1809 - Počet stránok 530
...the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud, solhary whistle of the curlew in a 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... | |
| Enos Bronson - 1809 - Počet stránok 458
...birch, and the hoary hawthorn, 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 wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion... | |
| 1809 - Počet stránok 914
...plo\ ur in an autumnal mornincr, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of dévotion or poetry. Tell me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing Ï Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the Kolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing... | |
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