 To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, . Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that...  Poetry for Repetition - Page 196edited by - 1862 - 226 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Religion - 1832 - 852 pages
...solitude as absence from mankind and the scenes which link man with society, this would be solitude ; but This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unroll'd. " Soon after eight o'clock in the evening, I scrambled up into the roof of the log-hut, open on all... | |
 | Religion - 1813 - 996 pages
...truly beautiful portrait of " Solitude," which follows : " To sit on rocks, to muse o'er Bood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene. Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot-path ne'er, or rarely been; To climb the trackless mouulaiu all unseen, With the wild flock, that... | |
 | 1811 - 546 pages
...great bitterness of soul, in the following stanzas. ' To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things...Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unroll V . But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,... | |
 | 1812 - 560 pages
...Would snll, albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things...Converse with Nature's charms, and see her stores unroliV. XXVI. But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess.... | |
 | English literature - 1811 - 600 pages
...great bitterness of soul, in the fallowing stan/as. ' To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things...steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude 4 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unroll'd. But midst the crowd,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1812 - 506 pages
...mountain cliff to coast descending sombre down. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things...Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unrolled. XXVI. But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1812 - 510 pages
...mountain cliff to coast descending sombre down. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things...Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unrolled. XXVI. But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,... | |
 | Anonymous - History - 1812 - 512 pages
...XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, AVhere things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal...Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unrolled. XXVI. But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,... | |
 | English literature - 1812 - 708 pages
...for example, the two following stanzas on solitude. ' To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things...flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foamiug falls to lean ;..,.. This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold „. Converse with nature's charms,... | |
 | Enos Bronson - Literature, Modern - 1812 - 562 pages
...Would stilli albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things...climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flsck that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude... | |
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