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...sat down, when I was last this way a fishinj* ; and the birds in the adjoining grove seemed to hare a friendly contention with an echo, whose dead voice...There I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea ; but sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones,...

...eat down, when I was last this way a fishing ; and the birds in the adjoining grove seemed to hnve n friendly contention with an echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree ncnr to thu brow of that primrose hill. There I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...

...meadows. Look, under that broad beech tree I sat dow. when I was last this way a-fishing, and the birds it the adjoining grove seemed to have a friendly contention...to live in a hollow tree near to the brow of that primrose-hill ; there I sat viewing the silver streams gliiif silently towards their centre, the tempestuous...

...there p&rtaken of. "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...there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones,...

...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...to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose-hill ; there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous...

...way a fishing." He hears the birds in the adjoining grove renew " their friendly contention with the echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill." He lives in the company of nature, and is content with that communion. He turns aside, without one...

...coppice, during a smiling day in Spring, when the birds, as our good father, Isaac Walton, remarks, " seem to have a friendly contention with an echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree." Here, one of my favourite birds, the speckled Thrush, may be heard. Sweet thrush ! whose wild untutor'd...

...following: — -"Look! under that broad beech-tree I sat down when 1 was last this way a-fishing ; and the birds in the adjoining grove seemed to have...There I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble stones,...

...the following: — "Look! under that broad beech-tree I sat down when 1 was last this way a-fishing; c7 !% towards their centre, the tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble stones,...