...which are the mountain. daisy, the hare-bell, the fox.glove, the wild brier.rose, the budding-birch, and the' hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over...summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover, in; an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation*, of soul like the enthusiasm of...

...says, ' I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild brier-rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and bang over with peculiar delight, I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer...

...impression. I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the harebell, the fox-glove, the wild brier-rose, the budding birch,...view and hang over with particular delight. I never heard the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew, in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop...

...impression. I have some favorite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the foxglove, the wild brier-rose, the budding birch,...summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plovers, in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion...

...impression. I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild -brier-rose, the budding birch,...summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion...

...flowers in spring ; among wliich are the mountain daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild brier rose, the budding birch and the hoary hawthorn, that I view...hang over with particular delight. ' I never hear one loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of...

...flowers hi spring ; among which are the mountain daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild brier rose, the budding birch and the hoary hawthorn, that I view...hang over with particular delight. ' I never hear one loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of...

...which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild brier rose, the budding birch,~and the hoary hawthorn, — that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear one loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of...

...which are the mountain daisy, the hare-hell, the fox-glove, the wild-hrier rose, the hudding hirch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over...summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover, in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion...

...flowers in spring; among which are the mountain daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I...and hang over with particular delight. "I never hear one loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of...