 To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never...  The Southern literary messenger - Стр. 281836Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1856 - Страниц: 722
...follow-out their pursuits upon a more extensive scale, and annually visit the Highlands of Scotland, " To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock, that never needi a fold ; Alone o'er iteeps and foaming falls to lean : This is not solitude ; 'tis bat to hold... | |
 | 1813 - Страниц: 996
...give the truly beautiful portrait of " Solitude," which follows : " To sit on rocks, to muse o'er Bood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene....things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot-path ne'er, or rarely been; To climb the trackless mouulaiu all unseen, With the wild flock, that... | |
 | 1811 - Страниц: 546
...meditations. There is great power, we think, and great bitterness of soul, in the following stanzas. ' To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace...the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms,... | |
 | 1812 - Страниц: 560
...flashing pamj! of which the weary breast Would snll, albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace...the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms,... | |
 | 1811 - Страниц: 600
...meditations. There is great power, we think, and great bitterness of soul, in the fallowing stanzas. '- To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace...the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - Страниц: 510
...Mauritania's giant shadows frown, From mountain cliff to coast descending sombre down. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace...the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - Страниц: 506
...Mauritania's giant shadows frown, From mountain cliff to coast descending sombre down. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace...the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms,... | |
 | 1812 - Страниц: 528
...is decked in the graces of unborrowed poetry, and appears in all the charms of originality. " To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace...the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms,... | |
 | 1812 - Страниц: 708
...they frequently possess. Let us take, for example, the two following stanzas on solitude. ' To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace...the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foamiug falls to lean ;..,.. This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold „. Converse with... | |
 | Enos Bronson - 1812 - Страниц: 562
...flashing pang! of which the weary breast Would stilli albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace...climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flsck that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude... | |
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