 I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of Romance might have delighted to feign. I had indeed no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before...  The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D. - Стр. 177авторы: Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1806Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | James Boswell - 1786 - Страниц: 552
...— ' I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head ; but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hills,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - Страниц: 302
...opportunity* I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of Romance might have delighted to feign* I had indeed no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudenesSj silence* and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hilis,... | |
 | James Boswell - 1807 - Страниц: 496
...: " I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head ; but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hills,... | |
 | William Fordyce Mavor - 1809 - Страниц: 378
...opportunity. I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. Ihe day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me,- and on cither... | |
 | James Boswell - 1810 - Страниц: 438
...— " I sat down onabank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head ; but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hills, which,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1811 - Страниц: 388
...opportunity. I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had indeed no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet...rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on cither side, were high hills, which, by hindering the eye fi.om ranging, forced the mind to find entertainment... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1811 - Страниц: 386
...opportunity. , I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had indeed no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet...streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air was svfh and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before rife, and on either side, were high hills,... | |
 | James Boswell - 1813 - Страниц: 484
...: " I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head; but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the aif soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hills,... | |
 | James Boswell - 1813 - Страниц: 492
...no trees to whisper over my head; but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on cither side, were high Mils, which, by hindering the eye from ranging, forced the mind to find entertainment... | |
 | 1821 - Страниц: 702
...author of the Rambler, " on a bank such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me and on either side, were high hills, which... | |
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