An American in Iceland: An Account of Its Scenery, People and History : with a Description of Its Millennial Celebration in August, 1874 : with Notes on the Orkney, Shetland, and Faroe Islands, and the Great Eruption of 1875

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Lockwood, Brooks, and Company, 1876 - 326 sider
 

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Side 191 - In the ocean's bosom unespied, From a small boat that rowed along The listening winds received this song: "What should we do but sing His praise That led us through the watery maze Unto an isle so long unknown, And yet far kinder than our own? Where He the huge sea-monsters wracks That lift the deep upon their backs, He lands us on a grassy stage, Safe from the storms' and prelates
Side 217 - Three weeks we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to lee-ward ; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour, Stands looking sea-ward.
Side 133 - And it bubbles and seethes, and it hisses and roars, As when fire is with water commixed and contending ; And the spray of its wrath to the welkin up-soars, And flood upon flood hurries on, never ending, And as with the swell of the far thunder-boom, Rushes roaringly forth from the heart of the gloom.
Side 85 - But where to find that happiest spot below, Who can direct, when all pretend to know? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own ; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease : The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast where'er we roam, His first, best country,...
Side 237 - Thou answer'st not ; for thou art dead asleep ; Thy life is but two dead eternities — The last in air, the former in the deep ; First with the whales, last with the eagle-skies...
Side 139 - Below, at the foot of that precipice drear, Spread the gloomy, and purple, and pathless Obscure ! A silence of Horror that slept on the ear, That the eye more appalled might the Horror endure ! Salamander — snake — dragon — vast reptiles that dwell In the deep — coiled about the grim jaws of their hell.
Side 303 - Methinks I see, in my mind, a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man, after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks ; methinks I see her as an eagle renewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
Side 153 - THOR I am the God Thor, I am the War God, I am the Thunderer! Here in my Northland, My fastness and fortress, Reign I forever!
Side 91 - Thence winding eastward to the Tartar's coast, She sweeps the howling margin of the main ; Where, undissolving, from the first of time, Snows swell on snows amazing to the sky ; And icy mountains high, on mountains piled, Seem to the shivering sailor from afar, Shapeless and white, an atmosphere of clouds.
Side 19 - The presence of their banished Duke. The castle gates were shut and barred ; Up rose in arms the burgher guard ; No refuge there we found. But that I durst not tarry long, I would have ta'en that castle strong, And razed it to the ground ! North, ever north ! We sailed by night, And yet the sky was red with light, And purple rolled the deep. When morning came, we saw the tide Break thundering on the rugged side Of Sumburgh's awful steep ; And, weary of the wave, at last In Bressay Sound our anchor...

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