....thd rising moon, have charms for me," says Cowper. " I never hear," says Burns in one of his letters, "the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a 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...

...the rising moon, have charms forme," says Cowper. " I never hear," says Burns in one of his letters, "the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a 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...

...among which are the mountaindaisy, the hare-bell, the foxglove, the wild brier-rose, the budding birk, 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...

...awakened the sympathy of his heart, which poured forth in spontaneous music from his lips. He says — I never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew...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 which are the mountain-daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I...whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild rustling cadence of a troop of grey plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of...

...flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wildbrier-rose, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over...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 which are the mountain-daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I...summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plovers in an autumnal mornine, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of Are...

...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...delight. I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the VOL. IIL 2 C curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plovers in an autumnal...

...hyacinth of our woods), the fox-glove, the wild brier rose (here he gets mixed, putting in summer blooms), the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight." In all these cases the intensity of emotion created by these beautiful objects of nature in the poet's...

...words as Wordsworth answered them by his actions. " I never hear," said Burns, in one of his letters, " the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plovers in an autumn morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion...