 To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never...  New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register - Page 124edited by - 1818Full view - About this book
 | Philip W. Martin - Literary Criticism - 1982 - 268 pages
...trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been; To climb the trackless mountain...solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd. But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see,... | |
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