...whose dead voice seemed 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 sea ; but sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them...

...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill : there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...tempestuous sea; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves and turned them into foam: and sometimes I beguiled time by...

...near to the brow of that primrose hill ; there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently toward their centre, the tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled time by...

...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near the brow of that primrose hill. There I sat, viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam. And sometimes I beguiled time by...

...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near the brow of that primrose hill. There I sat, viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam. And sometimes I beguiled time by...

...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill : there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled time by...

...echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree near to the brow of Primrose Hill. There I sat, viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea ; but sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble stones, which broke their waves, and turned them...

...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the.brow of that primrose bill ; there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...shade, whilst others sported themselves in the cheerful san; and others craving comfort from the swollen udders of their bleating dams. As I thus sat, these...

...toward their center, the tempestuous sea, yet sometimes opposed by ragged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam:...harmless lambs, some leaping securely in the cool shade, while others sported themselves in the cheerful sun, and saw others craving comfort from the swollen...

...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree near to the brow of that primrose-hill : there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebblestones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled time by...