...verdant meadows. Look, under that broad Beech-free, I sat down, when I was last this way a-fishing, and the birds in the adjoining grove seemed to have...Echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow cave, near to the brow of that Primrose-hill ; there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently...

...verdant meadows. Look; under that broad beech-tree, I sat down, when I was last this way a-fishing, and the birds in the adjoining Grove seemed to have a friendly contention with an Echo, with an Echo whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow cave, near to the brow of that primrose-hill;...