...solitary whistle of the curlew, in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover, in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation...like the Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident ? Or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod ? I...

...solitary •whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation...owing. Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the . lv>li;m harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident ? or do these workings argue...

...solitary whistle of the curlew in a 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 endiusiasm of devotion or poetry. Tell me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing ? Are we a piece...

...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...Tell me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing? Arc we a piece of machinery, which, like an Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing...

...solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation...like the Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident ? Or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod ? I...

...solitary whistle of the curlew in a 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 or poetry. Te^l me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing ? Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the Eolian...

...cadence of a troop of grey-plovers ia an antumnal morning, without feeling an ele<' vation of sool like the enthusiasm of devotion, or poetry. Tell me, my dear friend, to wlmt can this he owing ? Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the Eolian harp, passive takes the...

...solhary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation...like the Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident ? Or do these workings argue' • something within us above the trodden clod...

...solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation...like the Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident ? Or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod ?"...

...plo\ ur in an autumnal mornincr, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of dévotion or poetry. Tell me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing Ï Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the Kolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing...