 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 177by Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1806Full view - About this book
 | Leopold Damrosch - 1989 - 276 pages
...romance: 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,... | |
 | Katie Trumpener - 1997 - 450 pages
...motivated by the silence of its landscape, empty of history and of cultural referents: "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,... | |
 | Leith Davis - 1998 - 240 pages
...narrative: 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, on either side, were high hills, which... | |
 | Mary Poovey - 1998 - 450 pages
...feign. I had indeed no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet, . . .Before me. and on either side, were high hills, which...hindering the eye from ranging, forced the mind to fnid encertainment for itself. Whether I spent the hour well I know not; for here I first conceived... | |
 | Kevin Hart - 1999 - 254 pages
...read: 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, which... | |
 | Scottish Mountaineering Club - 1913 - 518 pages
...a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had indeed no trees to whisper over my licud, 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,... | |
 | Everett Zimmerman - 2007 - 276 pages
..."I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have been 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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