 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.  Select Reviews - Сторінка 161809Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Robert Burns - 1800 - 520 стор.
...birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I VOL. ii. P never 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... | |
 | 1801 - 452 стор.
...fox-glove, the wild brier- roe, the budding-birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud solitary...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 - 722 стор.
...fox-glove, the wildbrier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud solitary...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... | |
 | 1809 - 530 стор.
...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... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1805 - 908 стор.
...birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loiul 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... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1806 - 506 стор.
...fox-glove, the wild brier-rose, the the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud, solitary...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 - 622 стор.
...fox-glove, the wild brier-rose, the 196 the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud, solitary...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... | |
 | John Evans - 1807 - 318 стор.
...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... | |
 | Enos Bronson - 1809 - 458 стор.
...fox-glove, the wild brierrose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud, solitary...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 - 530 стор.
...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... | |
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