 To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never...  Tales and Ballads - Сторінка 110автори: Caroline Howard Gilman - 1884 - 190 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1856 - 722 стор.
...follow-out their pursuits upon a more extensive scale, and annually visit the Highlands of Scotland, " To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock, that never needi a fold ; Alone o'er iteeps and foaming falls to lean : This is not solitude ; 'tis bat to hold... | |
 | 1813 - 996 стор.
...give the truly beautiful portrait of " Solitude," which follows : " To sit on rocks, to muse o'er Bood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene....things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot-path ne'er, or rarely been; To climb the trackless mouulaiu all unseen, With the wild flock, that... | |
 | 1811 - 546 стор.
...meditations. There is great power, we think, and great bitterness of soul, in the following stanzas. ' To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unroll V . But midst the crowd,... | |
 | 1811 - 600 стор.
...meditations. There is great power, we think, and great bitterness of soul, in the fallowing stan/as. ' To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude 4 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unroll'd. But midst the crowd,... | |
 | 1812 - 560 стор.
...A flashing pamj! of which the weary breast Would snll, albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and see her stores unroliV. XXVI. But 'midst the... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 506 стор.
...phase; But Mauritania's giant shadows frown, From mountain cliff to coast descending sombre down. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unrolled. XXVI. But midst the... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 510 стор.
...phase ; But Mauritania's giant shadows frown, From mountain cliff to coast descending sombre down. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unrolled. XXVI. But midst the... | |
 | 1812 - 528 стор.
...thought is decked in the graces of unborrowed poetry, and appears in all the charms of originality. " To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and see her stores unroll'd. " But midst the crowd,... | |
 | 1812 - 708 стор.
...grace, they frequently possess. Let us take, for example, the two following stanzas on solitude. ' To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foamiug falls to lean ;..,.. This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold „. Converse with nature's charms,... | |
 | Enos Bronson - 1812 - 562 стор.
...flashing pang! of which the weary breast Would stilli albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flsck that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude... | |
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