 ... 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
 | 1863 - 896 sider
...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the.brow of that primrose bill ; there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...shade, whilst others sported themselves in the cheerful san; and others craving comfort from the swollen udders of their bleating dams. As I thus sat, these... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 sider
...toward their center, the tempestuous sea, yet sometimes opposed by ragged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam:...harmless lambs, some leaping securely in the cool shade, while others sported themselves in the cheerful sun, and saw others craving comfort from the swollen... | |
 | Izaak Walton - 1851 - 502 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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 446 sider
...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree near to the brow of that primrose-hill. There I j sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea ; but sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 458 sider
...seemed to live 376 ILLUSTRATIONS O? 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 ; but sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 344 sider
...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill : there I sate viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...centre, the tempestuous sea, yet sometimes opposed by ragged roots and pebblestones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam : and sometimes I... | |
 | 1853 - 420 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...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 - 1853 - 382 sider
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 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1854 - 482 sider
...toward their center, the tempestuous sea, yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves and turned them into foam...lambs — some leaping securely in the cool shade, while others sported themselves in the cheerful sun ; and saw others craving comfort from the swollen... | |
 | Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton - 1854 - 348 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 I... | |
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