... 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
| Izaak Walton - 1911 - 216 sider
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| George Saintsbury - 1912 - 518 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...sea ; | yet sometimes opposed | by rugged roots, and pebble-stones, | which broke their waves, and turned them into foam : | and sometimes I beguiled time... | |
| Carson Samuel Duncan - 1918 - 204 sider
...towards their centre, the tempestuous sea; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam,...cool shade, whilst others sported themselves in the sun".1* Thus with the eyes of a scientist and the feeling of a poet, Piscator has combined the delightful... | |
| Carson Samuel Duncan - 1913 - 204 sider
...of Sprat's injunction to walk in nature as in a garden, and to taste of its plenty. ' ' 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... | |
| Sir Henry Craik - 1913 - 624 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 - 1913 - 314 sider
...you? ..... 56 Under that broad beech-tree I sat down, when I was last this way a-fishing. There I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea . 72 CORI DON. Well, then, I will begin, for I hate contention . 88 Does not this meat taste well?... | |
| Thomas Hubert Hutton, Stanley Blake - 1919 - 296 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... | |
| William Peacock - 1931 - 630 sider
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| Sir George Aston - 1921 - 232 sider
...hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill. There I sat viewing the silver streams glide gently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves and turned them into foam. . . . As thus I sat, these and other... | |
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