...which are the mountain-daisy, the harebell, the fox-glove, the wild brier-rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I VOL. ii. P never never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew, in a summer noon, or the wild...

...flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild brier- roe, 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 morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like, the enthusiasm of devotion,...

...which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wildbrier 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 devotion...

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

...are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild brier-rose, the 196 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 devotion...

...which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild brier-rose, the 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 devotion...

...which are the mountain-daisy, the harebell, 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 plovers, in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion...

...which are the mountain-daisy the hare bell, the fox-glove, the wild brier, rose, the bndding-birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the lond solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixed cadence of a troop of grey-plovers...

...fox-glove, the wild bricrvose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hangover with particular delight. I never hear the loud, solitary...noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plo\ ur in an autumnal mornincr, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of dévotion...