 | 1813 - 996 sider
...give the truly beautiful portrait of " Solitude," which follows : " To sit on rocks, to muse o'er Bood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene....things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot-path ne'er, or rarely been; To climb the trackless mouulaiu all unseen, With the wild flock, that... | |
 | 1811 - 600 sider
...meditations. There is great power, we think, and great bitterness of soul, in the fallowing stan/as. ' To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone... | |
 | 1812 - 560 sider
...A flashing pamj! of which the weary breast Would snll, albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone... | |
 | 1811 - 546 sider
...meditations. There is great power, we think, and great bitterness of soul, in the following stanzas. ' To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone... | |
 | 1812 - 708 sider
...highest poetical grace, they frequently possess. Let us take, for example, the two following stanzas on solitude. ' To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and...dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, •< With the wild flock that never needs a fold... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1812 - 314 sider
...flashing pang ! of which the wear}' breast Would still, albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain ail unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone... | |
 | Enos Bronson - 1812 - 562 sider
...flashing pang! of which the weary breast Would stilli albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flsck that never needs a fold ; Alone... | |
 | 1812 - 528 sider
...thought is decked in the graces of unborrowed poetry, and appears in all the charms of originality. " To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been;' To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 510 sider
...phase ; But Mauritania's giant shadows frown, From mountain cliff to coast descending sombre down. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 506 sider
...phase; But Mauritania's giant shadows frown, From mountain cliff to coast descending sombre down. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone... | |
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To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never... 
