...the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew...summer 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...

...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,...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...

...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,...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...

...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,...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...

...brier-rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and bang over with peculiar delight, I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer morn, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover, in an autumnal morning, without feeling...

...budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never heard 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 like the enthusiasm of devotion...

...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,...owing ? Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the ^olian harp, passive, takes the"impression of the passing accident ? Or do these workings argue something...

...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...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...

...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,...devotion or poetry. Tell me, my dear friend, to what this can be owing ? Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the JEoh'an harp, passive, takes the impression...

...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...summer 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...