 | Samuel Johnson - History - 2005 - 376 pages
...every tree of the foreft and flower of the valley. I obferved with equal care the crags of the rock and the pinnacles of the palace. Sometimes I wandered along the mazes of the rivulet, and fometimes watched the changes of the fummer clouds. To a poet nothing can be ufelefs. Whatever is beautiful,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, Oliver Goldsmith, Bernardin De Saint-Pierre - Fiction - 2005 - 488 pages
...valley. I observed with equal care the crags of the rock and the pinnacles of the palace.—Sometimes I wandered along the mazes of the rivulet, and sometimes watched the changes of the summer clouds.—To a poet nothing can be useless. Whatever is beautiful, and whatever is dreadful,... | |
 | ...every tree of the forest and flower of the valley. I observed with equal care the crags of the rock and the pinnacles of the palace. Sometimes I wandered...rivulet, and sometimes watched the changes of the summer clouds. To a poet nothing can be useless. Whatever is beautiful, and whatever is dreadful, must... | |
 | 1989
...every tree of the forest and flower of the valley. I observed with equal care the crags of the rock and the pinnacles of the palace. Sometimes I wandered...rivulet, and sometimes watched the changes of the summer clouds. To a poet nothing can be useless. Whatever is beautiful and whatever is dreadful must... | |
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I ranged mountains and deserts for images and resemblances, and pictured upon my mind every tree of the forest and flower of the valley. I observed with equal care the crags of the rock and the pinnacles of the palace. Sometimes I wandered along the mazes... 
