...which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the foxglove, the wild brier-rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over...delight. I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curfew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plovers in an autumnal morning,...

...the particular effect on himself of certain times, seasons, and incidents. He continues thus : — " I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew...Summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey-plover in an Autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of Devotion...

...which on minds of a different cast makes no extraordinary impression. I have some flowers in spring, that I view and hang over with particular delight....solitary whistle of the curlew, in a summer noon, or the mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soulliks...

...which on minds of a different cast makes no extraordinary impression. I have some flowers in spring, that I view and hang over with particular delight....solitary whistle of the curlew, in a summer noon, or the mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul...

...Highland scenery and its adjuncts as Scott's Lady of the Lake. Burns, indeed, tells us that he could " never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew...noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey [golden] plover, in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul, like the enthusiasm...

...Ellisland, on New Year's Day morning, 1789, Barns h »s the following : — "I never bear the lou-1, solitary whistle of the curlew, in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plorer, in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion...

...which are the mountain- daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild briar rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over...noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion...

...among which are the mountain-daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over...summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plovers, in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion...

...which arc the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild brier-rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over...troop of grey plover in an autumnal morning, without i'eeling an elevation of soul, like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry. Tell me, my dear friend,...

...which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over...summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grav plover in an autumnal morning, without feefing an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion...