...: with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees, and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while far distant hills Into the tumult...in the west The orange sky of evening died away." This intimacy with the face of the earth, this rich and keen sense of pleasure in English nature, whether...

...: with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees, and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while far distant hills Into the tumult...in the west The orange sky of evening died away." This intimacy with the face of the earth, this rich and keen sense of pleasure in English nature, whether...

...while "The precipice* rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy erag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed." But the references to sound and its influnce are scattered with such affluence thro' the volumes of...

...darling. Whether " through water, earth, and air, the soul of happy sound was spread," or the "far-distant hills into the tumult sent an alien sound of melancholy not unnoticed," there was ever expression enough to stir the depths of Wordsworth's watchful heart without enslaving...

...Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud. The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron, while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound...I retired Into a silent bay, or sportively Glanced sideways, leaving the tumultuous throng To cut across the reflex of a star, Image that, flying still...

...Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tingled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound...were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky oi evening died away. Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, — or sportively Gknced...

...while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound • This extract is reprinted from " THE " Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars, Eastward,...were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky oi evening died away. Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, — or sportively Glanced...

...; with the din Smitten, the precipices ring aloud ; The leafless trees, and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while far distant hills Into the tumult...sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed." Children's pleasures and those of youth are, as far as they go, what the Pere Boutauld designates as...

...Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud, The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron, while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound...clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died aivay. Not seldom fora the uproar 1 retired Into a silent bay, or sportively Glanced sideway, leaving...

...Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud : The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron : while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound...in the west The orange sky of evening died away." OI feel it ! I feel it ! and it breathes into my soul all the soft recollections of just such a scene,...