 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. - Página 177por Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1806Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | James Boswell - 1786 - 552 páginas
...— ' 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 páginas
...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 páginas
...: " 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 páginas
...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 páginas
...— " 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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...: " 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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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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