 | Robert Burns - 1800 - 520 pages
...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, 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 - 452 pages
...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 - 722 pages
...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...owing. Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the . lv>li;m harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident ? or do these workings argue... | |
 | 1809 - 530 pages
...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 pages
...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 pages
...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 - 622 pages
...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...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 - 318 pages
...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 pages
...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,...owing ? Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident ? Or do these workings argue something... | |
 | 1809 - 914 pages
...budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hangover 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 plo\ ur in an autumnal mornincr, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of dévotion... | |
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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. 
