 | 1836 - 676 pagina’s
...before, and such as no painting I ever saw approached in the remotest degree. It seemed, Mr. Wordsworth said, as if it were ' clothed with the air.' Above...passed in one of his own holy retreats, with Wordsworth ! all verdure, only large enough for one farm — as in coming from Conniston through one of the Langdales... | |
 | 1836 - 706 pagina’s
...approached in the remotest degree. It seemed, Mr. Wordsworth said, as if it were ' clothed with the air.1 Above all, was the clear sky, looking almost cold,...passed in one of his own holy retreats, with Wordsworth ! all verdure, only large enough for one farm — as in coming from Conniston through one of the Langdales... | |
 | Seba Smith, Lawrence Labree - 1843 - 528 pagina’s
...higher, wilh the vermilion tints of the softest sunset. I am persuaded that the world might be traveled over without the sight of one such spectacle as this...passed in one of his own holy retreats, with Wordsworth ! A LEAF FROM THE NOTE-BOOK OF AN OLD BACHELOR. • T CF HOFFMAN. FO*TY-NINE ? — Yes I was forty-nine... | |
 | Edwin Paxton Hood - 1856 - 556 pagina’s
...warmed in the region a little higher with the vermillion tints of the softest sunset. I am persuaded the world might be travelled over without the sight...not the least of those circumstances influencing the sceue, that it was an hour passed in one of his own holy retreats with Wordsworth."* The passage in... | |
 | Edwin Paxton Hood - 1856 - 590 pagina’s
...warmed in the region- a little higher with the vermillion tints of the softest sunset. I am persuaded the world might be travelled over without the sight...of one such spectacle as this, and all owing to the cireumstanees, the time, the hour ; it was perhaps not the least of those circumstances influencing... | |
 | William Angus Knight - 1889 - 550 pagina’s
...looked so pure, along the horizon — but, warmed in the region a little higher, with the vermilion tint of the softest sunset. I am persuaded that the world...the scene, that it was an hour, passed in one of his holy retreats, with Wordsworth ! " CHAPTER XXXVIII. CORRESPONDENCE — RECORDS OF CONVERSATION —... | |
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Above all, was the clear sky, looking almost cold, it looked so pure, along the horizon — but warmed in the region a little higher, with the vermilion tints of the softest sunset. I am persuaded that the world might be travelled over without the sight... 