Adventures with My Alpen-stock and Carpetbag, Or, A Three Weeks' Trip to France and SwitzerlandPitman, 1864 - Počet stran: 120 |
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... ride ; Where Night , with death - pale Iris , loves to roam ; Where TELL's wild spectre still is seen to glide , Where Nature's Babel rears her guiltless dome ; Where Freedom , aye and Love , have ever found a home ! ' Tis done ! my ...
... ride ; Where Night , with death - pale Iris , loves to roam ; Where TELL's wild spectre still is seen to glide , Where Nature's Babel rears her guiltless dome ; Where Freedom , aye and Love , have ever found a home ! ' Tis done ! my ...
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... ride , and we reached King's Cross at six o'clock , p.m. Early on Thursday morning we left London Bridge for Newhaven , and much amusement we managed to get on the journey , out of the little nothings which constitute the ordinary ...
... ride , and we reached King's Cross at six o'clock , p.m. Early on Thursday morning we left London Bridge for Newhaven , and much amusement we managed to get on the journey , out of the little nothings which constitute the ordinary ...
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... ride , the steward told me a story of a Frenchman who crossed the channel a short time previous , and who not having been to sea before , experienced the sensations peculiar to most travellers , and on the steward asking him how he felt ...
... ride , the steward told me a story of a Frenchman who crossed the channel a short time previous , and who not having been to sea before , experienced the sensations peculiar to most travellers , and on the steward asking him how he felt ...
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... ride . We started from the Boulevard de la Madeleine and went in one direction for some miles , along the Boulevards des Capucines , des Italiens , Montmartre , On Poissonnière . and others . We found them to c 2 AND SWITZERLAND . 19.
... ride . We started from the Boulevard de la Madeleine and went in one direction for some miles , along the Boulevards des Capucines , des Italiens , Montmartre , On Poissonnière . and others . We found them to c 2 AND SWITZERLAND . 19.
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... ride down to the Tuileries . We had many times expressed to each other a hope that we might see the ruler of this great people , and thus , quite unexpect- edly , we had the good fortune , not only to see His Majesty , but his Empress ...
... ride down to the Tuileries . We had many times expressed to each other a hope that we might see the ruler of this great people , and thus , quite unexpect- edly , we had the good fortune , not only to see His Majesty , but his Empress ...
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Strana 67 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Strana 42 - 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.
Strana 69 - 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!
Strana 38 - 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.
Strana 38 - 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.
Strana 41 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave. Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay...
Strana 43 - 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 breezy. And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Strana 74 - How beautiful this night ! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
Strana 55 - ... earth ? When shall I those scenes of affection explore, Our forests, our fountains, Our hamlets, our mountains, With the pride of our mountains, the maid I adore ? O, when shall I dance on the daisy-white mead, In the shade of an elm, to the sound of the reed ? When shall I return to that lowly retreat, Where all my fond objects of tenderness meet, — The lambs and the heifers that follow my call, My father, my mother, My sister, my brother, And dear Isabella, the joy of them all ? O, when shall...
Strana 69 - 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 ! How the lit lake shines a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.