The Tourist in Switzerland and ItalyR. Jennings, 1830 - 278 sider |
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Side 21
... seemed to render his voluntary banishment desirable ; while his attachment to the society and scenery of Lau- sanne , and his intimate acquaintance with the people and the language , gave that banishment almost the air of a restoration ...
... seemed to render his voluntary banishment desirable ; while his attachment to the society and scenery of Lau- sanne , and his intimate acquaintance with the people and the language , gave that banishment almost the air of a restoration ...
Side 29
... seemed to render his voluntary banishment desirable ; while his attachment to the society and scenery of Lau- sanne , and his intimate acquaintance with the people and the language , gave that banishment almost the air of a restoration ...
... seemed to render his voluntary banishment desirable ; while his attachment to the society and scenery of Lau- sanne , and his intimate acquaintance with the people and the language , gave that banishment almost the air of a restoration ...
Side 65
... seemed to disturb the repose that reigned around . The sun had disappeared behind the mountains , and had marked his retreat by gilding their summits with a long and brilliant line of golden light . The rural inhabitants were seen ...
... seemed to disturb the repose that reigned around . The sun had disappeared behind the mountains , and had marked his retreat by gilding their summits with a long and brilliant line of golden light . The rural inhabitants were seen ...
Side 67
... seemed at variance alike with her years and station . She seemed plunged in a reverie of deep and mournful interest . She sat gazing intensely on the pool as though something more than usual could be traced on its glassy surface , but ...
... seemed at variance alike with her years and station . She seemed plunged in a reverie of deep and mournful interest . She sat gazing intensely on the pool as though something more than usual could be traced on its glassy surface , but ...
Side 68
... seemed a tender theme for the old matron ; but our friend's curiosity , or rather compassionate interest , overcame his regard to the feelings of the mother , whom we at first supposed her to be , and he continued : - " She is your ...
... seemed a tender theme for the old matron ; but our friend's curiosity , or rather compassionate interest , overcame his regard to the feelings of the mother , whom we at first supposed her to be , and he continued : - " She is your ...
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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...