 | George Burnett - 1807 - 556 sider
...have a friendly contention with an echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in se hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill; there I sat viewing...rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their wates and turned them into foam: and sometimes I beguiled time by viewing the harmless lambs, some... | |
 | 1823 - 782 sider
...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose-hill ; there I gat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...tempestuous sea; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots, and pebble stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam; and sometimes I beguiled time by... | |
 | 1823 - 858 sider
...an echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose-hill ; there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently...tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots, and pebble stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam ; and sometimes I beguiled time by... | |
 | 1823 - 772 sider
...an echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose-hill ; there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently...tempestuous sea;, yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots, and pebble stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam ; and sometimes I beguiled time by... | |
 | Izaak Walton - 1824 - 516 sider
...an echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose-hill ; there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently...tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots, and pebble- stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled time... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton - 1824 - 518 sider
...an echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose-hill; there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea j yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots, and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them... | |
 | 1825 - 426 sider
...near to the brow of that primrose hill. There I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently toward their centre, the tempestuous sea; yet sometimes opposed...rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their wares, and turned them into foam." And this description of the mode of cooking a pike [pickerel], which... | |
 | William Hone - 1826 - 850 sider
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 | 1829 - 298 sider
...to have a friendly contention with an echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree near to the brow of that primrose hill. There I sat viewing...tempestuous sea; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble stones, which broke their waves and turned them into foam." In this spot it was the favorite... | |
 | William Lisle Bowles - 1830 - 332 sider
...-whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree -near to the brow of the primrose hill, where we sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea. When the milk-maid, that had not yet attained so much age and wisdom as to load her mind with any fears... | |
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... which broke their waves and turned them into foam. And sometimes I beguiled time by viewing the harmless lambs ; some leaping securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves in the cheerful sun ; and saw others craving comfort from the... 
