The Philosophy of Nature; Or, The Influence of Scenery on the Mind and Heart, Tom 2J. Murray, 1813 - 340 |
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... o'er many a mountain wide , And conn'd their charms from side to side ; Seen many a rock aspiring rise , Astonish'd to its native skies ; While countless crags appear'd below , All black with shade , or white with snow ; These , as I've ...
... o'er many a mountain wide , And conn'd their charms from side to side ; Seen many a rock aspiring rise , Astonish'd to its native skies ; While countless crags appear'd below , All black with shade , or white with snow ; These , as I've ...
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... o'er Towy's flood , Over bill and over wood ; From house to house , from hill to hill , Till contemplation had her fill , — Scenes , like these , always induce a desire of 31 woods of the romantic Claude, were we to ex- ...
... o'er Towy's flood , Over bill and over wood ; From house to house , from hill to hill , Till contemplation had her fill , — Scenes , like these , always induce a desire of 31 woods of the romantic Claude, were we to ex- ...
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... o'er his grotto and but soothes his sleep.- Such was the retirement of Scipio ; when , rich in an approving conscience , he retired from the malicious persecution of his enemies , to philo- sophic ease and independence at his villa of ...
... o'er his grotto and but soothes his sleep.- Such was the retirement of Scipio ; when , rich in an approving conscience , he retired from the malicious persecution of his enemies , to philo- sophic ease and independence at his villa of ...
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... o'er my soul prevail ! Ye splendid friths and lakes , which , far away , Are by smooth Annan filled , or pastoral Tay , Or Don's romantic springs , at distance , hail ! - The time may come , when I , perhaps , may tread Your lowly glens ...
... o'er my soul prevail ! Ye splendid friths and lakes , which , far away , Are by smooth Annan filled , or pastoral Tay , Or Don's romantic springs , at distance , hail ! - The time may come , when I , perhaps , may tread Your lowly glens ...
Strona 67
Charles Bucke. Or o'er your stretching heaths , by fancy led , Or o'er your mountains creep , in awful gloom.— Then will I dress once more the faded bower , Where Jonson sat in Drummond's classic shade ; Or crop , from Teviot - dale ...
Charles Bucke. Or o'er your stretching heaths , by fancy led , Or o'er your mountains creep , in awful gloom.— Then will I dress once more the faded bower , Where Jonson sat in Drummond's classic shade ; Or crop , from Teviot - dale ...
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