 I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of Romance might have delighted to feign. I had indeed no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before...  The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D. - Pàgina 177per Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1806Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | James Boswell - 1786 - 552 pàgines
...— ' I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head ; but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hills,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 302 pàgines
...opportunity* I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of Romance might have delighted to feign* I had indeed no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudenesSj silence* and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hilis,... | |
 | James Boswell - 1807 - 496 pàgines
...: " I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head ; but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hills,... | |
 | William Fordyce Mavor - 1809 - 378 pàgines
...opportunity. I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. Ihe day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me,- and on cither... | |
 | James Boswell - 1810 - 438 pàgines
...— " I sat down onabank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head ; but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hills, which,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1811 - 388 pàgines
...opportunity. I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had indeed no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet...rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on cither side, were high hills, which, by hindering the eye fi.om ranging, forced the mind to find entertainment... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1811 - 386 pàgines
...opportunity. , I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had indeed no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet...streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air was svfh and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before rife, and on either side, were high hills,... | |
 | James Boswell - 1813 - 484 pàgines
...: " I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head; but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the aif soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hills,... | |
 | James Boswell - 1813 - 492 pàgines
...no trees to whisper over my head; but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on cither side, were high Mils, which, by hindering the eye from ranging, forced the mind to find entertainment... | |
 | 1821 - 702 pàgines
...author of the Rambler, " on a bank such as a writer of romance might have delighted to feign. I had no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me and on either side, were high hills, which... | |
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