The Tourist in Switzerland and ItalyR. Jennings, 1830 - 278 sider |
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Side 62
... carry about me . It is dear to me from its own value ; and the hands from which I received it render it dearer still . On opening it I accidentally fell on this passage in the tenth book : - Men go far to observe the summits of ...
... carry about me . It is dear to me from its own value ; and the hands from which I received it render it dearer still . On opening it I accidentally fell on this passage in the tenth book : - Men go far to observe the summits of ...
Side 82
... carried us off our feet , and a piercing- ness of cold which almost deprived us of the power of motion , while at the same time the snow fell in immense flakes , so thickly that we could not see above a yard or two in any direction ...
... carried us off our feet , and a piercing- ness of cold which almost deprived us of the power of motion , while at the same time the snow fell in immense flakes , so thickly that we could not see above a yard or two in any direction ...
Side 102
... carried on with unexampled ferocity ; no quarter was given or accepted , and it is said that eighteen young women were found slaughtered by the sides of their fathers and brothers in a field of battle where the French were victorious ...
... carried on with unexampled ferocity ; no quarter was given or accepted , and it is said that eighteen young women were found slaughtered by the sides of their fathers and brothers in a field of battle where the French were victorious ...
Side 103
... case of feudal exaction , and determined on revenge . A party of young men having concerted their measures , went about from hamlet to village , carrying with them a large wooden club , shaped at one end like a VIEGE . 103.
... case of feudal exaction , and determined on revenge . A party of young men having concerted their measures , went about from hamlet to village , carrying with them a large wooden club , shaped at one end like a VIEGE . 103.
Side 104
... carried with them . A very considerable number soon joined against the obnoxious baron , who was at last forced to fly , having been obliged to witness the destruction of his castles and the confisca- tion of his estates . On the road ...
... carried with them . A very considerable number soon joined against the obnoxious baron , who was at last forced to fly , having been obliged to witness the destruction of his castles and the confisca- tion of his estates . On the road ...
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adorned Alps amongst ancient appearance ARCH OF CONSTANTINE architecture Arquà beautiful body Bologna Bosio Bovinet Bridge of Sighs Calvin castle catacombs celebrated cell church Constantine dead delightful described doge DUCAL PALACE Duke dungeon Eckius edifice emperor Engraved erected Ezzelino feet Ferrara Foscari Francesco Foscari French gallery garden Geneva genius Gibbon ground heard honour inquisitors inscription Italy Lago Lago di Garda lake Lausanne lighted lofty Lord Byron Madame de Stael magnificent mansion marble Martigny Maxentius Milan Montfaucon monuments morning mountain Necker never night noble observed Padua passages person Petrarch Pliny the younger poet present Prince prison Prout republic residence rise rock Rome says scene scenery scription seen side Simplon singular snow stranger summit Tasso terrace tion told tower town Trajan traveller valley Vaud Venetian Venice Verona villa visited Voltaire walk walls
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Side 18 - 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.
Side 29 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. 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.
Side 38 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Side 177 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Side 29 - Most cherish'd since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair face. The infant love of all his race.
Side 29 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird ; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard...
Side 18 - 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. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting...
Side 211 - Where the car climbed the Capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site: Chaos of ruins ! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say—' Here was or is,
Side 7 - 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!
Side 144 - And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy...