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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. "
Acme library of standard biography - Страница 25
1880
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The works of Robert Burns; with an account of his life, and a ..., Том 2

Robert Burns - 1800 - 520 страници
...birch, and the 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,...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...

The Monthly Visitor, and Entertaining Pocket Companion, Том 12

1801 - 452 страници
...roe, the 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...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,...

The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Том 48

1828 - 722 страници
...rose, the 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...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...

The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Том 13

1809 - 530 страници
...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...

Censura Literaria: Containing Titles, Abstracts, and Opinions of ..., Томове 1–2

Sir Egerton Brydges - 1805 - 908 страници
...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...

The Works of Robert Burns: General correspondence, including pieces of ...

Robert Burns - 1806 - 506 страници
...the the 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...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...

The works of Robert Burns; with an account of his life, and a ..., Том 2

Robert Burns - 1806 - 622 страници
...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...

The Prosaic Garland: Consisting of Upwards of Two-hundred Pieces Selected ...

John Evans - 1807 - 318 страници
...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...

Select Reviews, Томове 1–2

1809 - 914 страници
...bricrvose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hangover with particular delight. I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew...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...

The Edinburgh Review, Том 13

1809 - 530 страници
...the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud, solhary 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...




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