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...flowers in spring, among which are the mountain daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wildbriar rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I...summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of wild plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion...

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...enraptured him. He never entered a Druidical circle of stones without saying his prayers. He never heard the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild musing cadence of a troop of grey plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul...

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