 | 1811 - 600 pages
...meditations. There is great power, we think, and great bitterness of soul, in the fallowing stan/as. ' To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude 4 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unroll'd. But midst the crowd,... | |
 | 1811 - 546 pages
...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...steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unroll V . But midst the crowd,... | |
 | 1812 - 560 pages
...A 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...steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and see her stores unroliV. XXVI. But 'midst the... | |
 | 1812 - 528 pages
...thought 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...steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and see her stores unroll'd. " But midst the crowd,... | |
 | 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 - 508 pages
...phase; But 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...steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unrolled. XXVI. But midst the... | |
 | 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 - 510 pages
...phase ; But 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...steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unrolled. XXVI. But midst the... | |
 | 1812 - 712 pages
...grace, 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...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 nature's charms,... | |
 | Anonymous - 1812 - 512 pages
...XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, AVhere things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal...steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unrolled. XXVI. But midst the... | |
 | Enos Bronson - 1812 - 562 pages
...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...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1812 - 314 pages
...flashing pang ! of which the wear}' breast Would still, albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly...ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain ail unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;... | |
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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... 
