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" I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of Romance might have delighted to feign. I had indeed no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before... "
The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D. - Page 177
by Samuel Johnson - 1806
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Boswell's Life of Johnson: Tour to the Hebrides (1773) and Journey into ...

James Boswell - 1786
...— ' I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head ; but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hills,...
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A Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland

Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 288 pages
...opportunity* I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of Romance might have delighted to feign* I had indeed no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudenesSj silence* and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hilis,...
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The Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides, with Samuel Johnson, LL.D.

James Boswell - 1807 - 460 pages
...: " I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head ; but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hills,...
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The British Tourist's, Or, Traveller's Pocket Companion, Through ..., Volume 2

William Fordyce Mavor - 1809
...opportunity. I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. Ihe day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me,- and on cither...
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The Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides, with Samuel Johnson, L. L. D.

James Boswell - 1810 - 414 pages
...— " I sat down onabank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head ; but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hills, which,...
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Works, Volume 8

Samuel Johnson - 1811
...opportunity. I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had indeed no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet...rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on cither side, were high hills, which, by hindering the eye fi.om ranging, forced the mind to find entertainment...
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The Works of Samuel Johnson, L. L. D.: In Twelve Volumes, Volume 8

Samuel Johnson - 1811
...opportunity. , I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had indeed no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet...streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air was svfh and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before rife, and on either side, were high hills,...
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The journal of a tour to the Hebrides, with Samuel Johnson

James Boswell - 1813 - 460 pages
...: " I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head; but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the aif soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hills,...
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The Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides, with Samuel Johnson

James Boswell - 1813 - 454 pages
...no trees to whisper over my head; but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on cither side, were high Mils, which, by hindering the eye from ranging, forced the mind to find entertainment...
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The British Critic: A New Review, Volume 16

1821
...author of the Rambler, " on a bank such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me and on either side, were high hills, which...
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