 I never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry.  Mores Catholici: Books I-IV - 509 ページKenelm Henry Digby 著 - 1888全文表示 - この書籍について
 | George Willson - 1840 - 298 ページ
...brier-rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - 1840 - 862 ページ
...rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1840 - 872 ページ
...budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never heard t with a person after my own heart, I positively mixing cadence of a troop of grey plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1841 - 384 ページ
...rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1844 - 540 ページ
...brierrose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul,... | |
 | George Willson - 1844 - 300 ページ
...budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hoar the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul... | |
 | John Wilson - 1845 - 236 ページ
...rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plovers, in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of... | |
 | 1845 - 440 ページ
...rose, the hudding hirch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew, in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover, in an autumnal morning, without ieeling an elevation of soul... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - 1845 - 594 ページ
...rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delighf. I never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 692 ページ
...brierr"Se, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of :-'rey plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of... | |
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