... which broke their waves, and turned them into foam; and sometimes I beguiled time by viewing the harmless lambs, some leaping securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves in the cheerful sun ; and saw others craving comfort from the... Blackwood's Magazine - Seite 4591823Vollansicht
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Manchester Literary Club - 1904
...hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill. There I sat viewing the silver streams glide gently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves and turned them into foam. And sometimes I beguiled time by...