Popular Voyages and Travels Throughout the Continent & Islands of Europe: In which the Geography, Character, Customs, and Manners of Nations are Described, and the Phenomena of Nature, Most Worthy of Observation, are Illustrated on Scientific Principles
G. & W.B. Whittaker, 1820 - 506 páginas
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Popular Voyages and Travels Throughout the Continent & Islands of Europe: In ...
Mrs. Jamieson (Frances Thurtle)
Visualização integral - 1820
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Página 225 - Though hard and rare; thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Página 148 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Página 378 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now...
Página 210 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Página 225 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Página 29 - ... numberless series of pilasters, arches, castles, well delineated, regular columns, lofty towers, superb palaces, with balconies and windows, extended alleys of trees, delightful plains, with herds and flocks, armies of men on foot...
Página 95 - The mind can hardly form an idea more magnificent than such a space, supported on each side by ranges of columns, and roofed by the bottoms of those which have been broken off in order to form it, between the angles of which a yellow stalagmitic matter has exuded, which serves to define the angles precisely, and at the same time vary the colour with a great deal of elegance ; and to render it still more agreeable, the whole is lighted from without...
Página 225 - Tunes her nocturnal note: thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Página 471 - Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air ; In every clime the magnet of his soul, Touch'd by remembrance, trembles to that pole ; For in this land of Heaven's peculiar grace, The heritage of Nature's noblest race, There is a spot of earth supremely bless'd, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Página 494 - Nymph of the grot, these sacred springs I keep : And to the murmur of these waters sleep : Ah spare my slumbers, gently tread the cave, And drink in silence, or in silence lave.