 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1854 - 780 str.
...morning, without feeling an elevation of soul, like ihe enthusiasm of devotion or poetry. Tell me, my dnar friend, to what can this be owing ? Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the (solían harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident ? Or do these- workings argue... | |
 | Robert Burns, Allan Cunningham - 1855 - 616 str.
...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...like the ^Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident ? Or do these workings argue something above us above the trodden clod? I own... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1855 - 562 str.
...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...owing ? Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the ^olian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident? Or do these workings argue something... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - 1855 - 572 str.
...soul like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry. Tell me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing 1 Are we a piece of machinery, which, 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 own... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1856 - 728 str.
...solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plovers 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 own... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - 1857 - 604 str.
...solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plover ierdom, had @; .-Kdian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident; or do these workings argue something... | |
 | John Wilson - 1857 - 448 str.
...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...devotion or poetry. Tell me, my dear friend, to what can all this be owing ? Are we a piece of machinery, which like the ^Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression... | |
 | John Wilson - 1857 - 454 str.
...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...devotion or poetry. Tell me, my dear friend, to what can all this be owing 1 Are we a piece of machinery, which like the ^Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression... | |
 | John Wilson - 1857 - 466 str.
...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...devotion or poetry. Tell me, my dear friend, to what can all this be owing ? Are we a piece of machinery, which like the ^Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - 1858 - 570 str.
...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...what can this be owing] Are we a piece of machinery, wThich, like the JEolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident; or do these workings... | |
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I never hear the loud 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 of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry. 
