 ... 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...  Blackwood's Magazine - Side 4591823Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1829 - 298 sider
...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...which broke their waves and turned them into foam." In this spot it was the favorite amusement of Lucy to retire with her companion Alice, and sit upon... | |
 | 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... | |
 | William Lisle Bowles - 1830 - 330 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... | |
 | William Hone - 1832 - 874 sider
...There I sat viewing the silver streams plide silently towards their centre — the tempestuous sea, yel arvest was finished, the tenants were to have hal fan The magic of these lines lies in their artlessness; they are poetry or prose, as the reader pleases,... | |
 | William Hone - 1832 - 852 sider
...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...centre, the tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by nigged roots and pebble stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam ; and sometimes... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton - 1833 - 350 sider
...whose dead voice seemed t,o 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 ; yet sometunes opposed by rugged roots and pebble stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 sider
...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...tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled the time... | |
 | 1837 - 704 sider
...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 by rugged roots and ' pebble-stones, which broke their waves and turned them into ' foam. And sometimes I beguiled the... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton - 1839 - 594 sider
...towards their centre, the tempestuous sea; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebblestones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled time by view* ing the harmless lambs, some leaping securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves... | |
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