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...in spring, among which are the mountain " daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild-briar rose, " the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I..."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...

...in spring, among which are the mountain " daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild-briar rose, " the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I...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...

...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 gray 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...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...

...those WHAT THE BIRDS TEACH. 19 effect they have upon the mind. Burns says, ' I have never heard the solitary whistle of the Curlew in a summer noon, or the wild receding cadence of a troop of grey plovers, in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of...

...which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild brier-rose, the budding birch, 327 and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over...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...

...spring, among which are the mountain daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild-brier rose, tae bndding birch, and the hoary 'hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the lond, solitary whistle of tin* curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray...

...flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, 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 gray plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion...

...the fox-glove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hr.ng over with particular delight. I never hear the loud...summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion...