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A hand-book for travellers in Switzerland and the Alps of Savoy and Piedmont ...
Vista completa - 1874
Airolo Alpine Alps ancient Aosta Appenzell ascends Austrian avalanches bank Basle baths beautiful Bellinzona Berne bridge called canton carriage castle chalets chapel church Coire cross descend distance fall feet foot forest formed France French Freyburg Gall Geneva glaciers Glarus gorge Grindelwald Grisons height hill horses hospice inhabitants Inns Jura Lago lake lake of Lucerne lake of Neuchatel Lausanne leads Linth Lucerne Macugnaga Martigny miles Mont Blanc Monte Rosa moun mountain mules nearly Neuchatel opposite pass path peaks picturesque plain precipice ravine reached Rhine Rhone Righi Rigi rises river road rock Roman Romansch ruins scene scenery Schwytz seen Sesia shore side Simplon singular situated slope snow spot steep stone stream stunden summit Swiss Switzerland tains Thal thence Ticino tion torrent tower town traveller traversed upper Val d'Aosta valley Vaud Vevay village Visp walk walls Zurich
Página 151 - 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 151 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Página 319 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Página 151 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one...
Página 161 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain, With marks that will not wear away...
Página 152 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! Ye! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, oh tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest?
Página 161 - And then there was a little isle, (•>) Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view ; A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Página 156 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. 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.
Página 43 - Mountains have fallen, Leaving a gap in the clouds, and with the shock Rocking their Alpine brethren; filling up The ripe green valleys with destruction's splinters; Damming the rivers with a sudden dash, Which crush'd the waters into mist and made Their fountains find another channel — thus, 414 LORD BYRON Thus, in its old age, did Mount Rosenberg — Why stood I not beneath it ? C.