 ... 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
 | 1841 - 272 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 their centre, the tempestuous sea ; but sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them... | |
 | 1844 - 520 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... | |
 | Mrs. Ellis - 1844 - 232 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 by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled time by... | |
 | 1845 - 486 sider
...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near 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... | |
 | 1845 - 486 sider
...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near 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... | |
 | James Thorne - 1845 - 514 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... | |
 | John Walker Ord - 1845 - 434 sider
...echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree near to the brow of 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... | |
 | 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... | |
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