Continental Adventures: A Novel, Volume 1Hurst, Robinson, 1826 - 400 pages |
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Page 59
... beneath that enchanting sky , and to breathe that balmy and invigorating breeze was in itself happiness . " The approach to Lyons is beautiful , but the town is detestable . " Probably the reader is of opinion he has got enough of this ...
... beneath that enchanting sky , and to breathe that balmy and invigorating breeze was in itself happiness . " The approach to Lyons is beautiful , but the town is detestable . " Probably the reader is of opinion he has got enough of this ...
Page 85
... beneath the shade of an aged pine tree , which I pleased myself with fancying might be the very spot of the valley Petrarch alludes to Ove porge ombra un pino alto ad un colle . Talor m ' arresto ; while enjoying myself here , with ...
... beneath the shade of an aged pine tree , which I pleased myself with fancying might be the very spot of the valley Petrarch alludes to Ove porge ombra un pino alto ad un colle . Talor m ' arresto ; while enjoying myself here , with ...
Page 134
... English tra- vellers , made the evening pass so delightfully , that I was sorry when it was necessary for me to discover it to be time to retire to my own room , I passed the night beneath a quilt of eider down 134 THE MOUNTAIN AND MONKS.
... English tra- vellers , made the evening pass so delightfully , that I was sorry when it was necessary for me to discover it to be time to retire to my own room , I passed the night beneath a quilt of eider down 134 THE MOUNTAIN AND MONKS.
Page 135
... beneath it , while I only longed that this were larger , for it was rather too short , and that instead of one , I could have got three - for so piercing was the cold , that any number would have been acceptable . CHAPTER VIII . HARMONY ...
... beneath it , while I only longed that this were larger , for it was rather too short , and that instead of one , I could have got three - for so piercing was the cold , that any number would have been acceptable . CHAPTER VIII . HARMONY ...
Page 149
... beneath the upper skies , No paradise , unblest by woman's eyes . Then hail CHIEF GOOD ! to man in mercy given , The last and dearest of the gifts of heaven ! — Sent down to soothe , to succour , and to save , To smooth life's dreary ...
... beneath the upper skies , No paradise , unblest by woman's eyes . Then hail CHIEF GOOD ! to man in mercy given , The last and dearest of the gifts of heaven ! — Sent down to soothe , to succour , and to save , To smooth life's dreary ...
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Page 3 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Page 178 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Page 150 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! But soft ! but soft ! aside : here comes the king.
Page 178 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.
Page 158 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed...
Page 141 - Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O : Her 'prentice han' she try'd on man, An
Page 346 - The natural music of the mountain reed — For here the patriarchal days are not A pastoral fable — pipes in the liberal air, Mixed with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd; My soul would drink those echoes.
Page 346 - The mists boil up around the glaciers ; clouds Rise curling fast beneath me, white and sulphury, Like foam from the roused ocean of deep Hell, Whose every wave breaks on a living shore Heap'd with the damn'd like pebbles.
Page 214 - THE King of France, with twenty thousand men, Went up the hill, and then came down again ; The King of Spain, with twenty thousand more, Climbed the same hill the French had climbed before.
Page x - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuff's out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.