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...the brow of that primrose hill ; there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards^their centre, the tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble stcfnes, which broke their waves and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled time, by viewing...

...determining any thing in the negative, which might prove inconvenient in primrose hill; there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled time by...

...whose dead voice seemed to live in se hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill; there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their wates and turned them into foam: and sometimes I beguiled time by...

...towards their centre, the tempestuous sea; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves and turned them into foam: and sometimes I beguiled time hy viewing the harmless lambs, some leaping securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves...

...echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to thebrowofthatprimrose hill; there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam ; and sometimes I beguiled time by...

...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose-hill ; there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots, and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled time by...

...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose-hill; there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea j yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots, and pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned them...

...near to the brow of that primrose hill. There I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently toward their centre, the tempestuous sea; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots and pebble-stones, which broke their wares, and turned them into foam." And this description of the mode...

...whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree near to the brow of that primrose hill. There I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards...which broke their waves and turned them into foam." In this spot it was the favorite amusement of Lucy to retire with her companion Alice, and sit upon...