The Tourist in Switzerland and ItalyR. Jennings, 1830 - 278 páginas |
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... snow , contrasted with the near and more pleasing objects of glowing vineyards and golden corn fields , and interspersed with the wooded brow , the verdant and tranquil valley , with villas , hamlets , and sparkling streams . Rousseau ...
... snow , contrasted with the near and more pleasing objects of glowing vineyards and golden corn fields , and interspersed with the wooded brow , the verdant and tranquil valley , with villas , hamlets , and sparkling streams . Rousseau ...
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... snow On high - their wide long lake below , And the blue Rhone in fullest flow ; I heard the torrents leap and gush O'er channell'd rock and broken bush ; I saw the white - wall'd distant town , And whiter sails go skimming down ; And ...
... snow On high - their wide long lake below , And the blue Rhone in fullest flow ; I heard the torrents leap and gush O'er channell'd rock and broken bush ; I saw the white - wall'd distant town , And whiter sails go skimming down ; And ...
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... snow disappears , they gradually ascend , thus following the productions of nature which are continually springing to life as they proceed . Those who have the care of the cows generally account to the owners for the proceeds , or pay a ...
... snow disappears , they gradually ascend , thus following the productions of nature which are continually springing to life as they proceed . Those who have the care of the cows generally account to the owners for the proceeds , or pay a ...
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... and intersected by immense glaciers , which slowly but irresistibly force their way from the accu- mulated pressure of snow , and seem , like a skirting dra- pery to the mountain , of dazzling whiteness ; the 56 THE LANDSCAPE ANNUAL .
... and intersected by immense glaciers , which slowly but irresistibly force their way from the accu- mulated pressure of snow , and seem , like a skirting dra- pery to the mountain , of dazzling whiteness ; the 56 THE LANDSCAPE ANNUAL .
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... into one of the numerous chasms which inter- sect these vast seas of frozen snow . His companion and the guide hastened back for assistance , and on the same evening four men undertook the search for his body . ST . MAURICE . 57.
... into one of the numerous chasms which inter- sect these vast seas of frozen snow . His companion and the guide hastened back for assistance , and on the same evening four men undertook the search for his body . ST . MAURICE . 57.
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Página 18 - After laying down my pen I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Página 29 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar - for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! - May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 38 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Página 177 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Página 29 - Most cherish'd since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair face. The infant love of all his race.
Página 29 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird ; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard...
Página 18 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting...
Página 211 - Where the car climbed the Capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site: Chaos of ruins ! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say—' Here was or is,
Página 7 - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee!
Página 144 - And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy...