 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
 | Lucy Larcom - 1887 - 252 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 plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul... | |
 | 1887 - 844 ページ
...rose, the badding 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... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1889 - 328 ページ
...fox-glove, the wildbrier-rose, 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... | |
 | Sarah Knowles Bolton - 1890 - 488 ページ
...rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hangover 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... | |
 | William H. Wintringham - 1892 - 446 ページ
...words as Wordsworth answered them by his actions. " I never hear," said Burns, in one of his letters, " the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plovers in an autumn morning, without feeling an elevation of soul... | |
 | Maurice Maeterlinck - 1893 - 670 ページ
...briar-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 plover, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm... | |
 | James Craig Higgins - 1893 - 252 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 soul... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - 516 ページ
...brierrose, the budding birk, 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 çrey-plover in an Autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul... | |
 | John Morley - 1894 - 620 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 gray plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul... | |
 | Frances Bennett Callaway - 1895 - 264 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 gray plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul... | |
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