 | Anne Marsh-Caldwell - 1853 - 498 pages
...mountain-daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never...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... | |
 | English literature - 1853 - 604 pages
...another, in a corresponding case, was wrong. Burns, in one of his letters tells us, that he could " never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew...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 - 1854 - 342 pages
...mountain-daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the -wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never...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 Wilson - 1854 - 252 pages
...daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never...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... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - Authors, Scottish - 1854 - 98 pages
...mountain-daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never...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 Wilson - 1854 - 252 pages
...daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never...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... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1854 - 780 pages
...that I view and hang over wiih particular delight. I tiever factor ihe loud, solitary uhisile of tho curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover in ап autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul, like ihe enthusiasm of... | |
 | John Wilson - 1854 - 254 pages
...the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plovers, in an antumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry. Tell me, my dear friend, to what can all this be owing ? Are we a piece of machinery, which,... | |
 | Robert Burns, Allan Cunningham - 1855 - 616 pages
...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 grey plovers, in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1855 - 562 pages
...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 or poetry. Tell me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing ? Are we a piece of machinery, which,... | |
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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. 
