Jenning's Landscape Annual, Bind 1R. Jenning and Company, 1830 |
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Side 3
... round these romantic and favoured regions a halo of which neither time nor circumstance can ever deprive them . Moore too thus beautifully describes his feelings on visit- ing the lake and valley for the first time at sunset . ' Twas at ...
... round these romantic and favoured regions a halo of which neither time nor circumstance can ever deprive them . Moore too thus beautifully describes his feelings on visit- ing the lake and valley for the first time at sunset . ' Twas at ...
Side 14
... rounded by his friends , and animated by the presence of women , he seems to enjoy life with all the sensibilities of youth . His genius then surmounts the restraints of age and infirmity , and flows along in a fine strain of pleasing ...
... rounded by his friends , and animated by the presence of women , he seems to enjoy life with all the sensibilities of youth . His genius then surmounts the restraints of age and infirmity , and flows along in a fine strain of pleasing ...
Side 19
... son of the hero of his celebrated romance , who , returning from a voyage round the world , thus exclaims at the sight of his native Pays de Vaud , " Ce paysage unique , le plus beau dont l'œil humain fut jamais frappé , ce sejour c 2.
... son of the hero of his celebrated romance , who , returning from a voyage round the world , thus exclaims at the sight of his native Pays de Vaud , " Ce paysage unique , le plus beau dont l'œil humain fut jamais frappé , ce sejour c 2.
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... round me came and smiled , And wooed me from myself with thy sweet sight , — Thou too art gone , and so is my delight ; And therefore do I weep and inly bleed With this last bruise upon a broken reed . The terrace which the historian ...
... round me came and smiled , And wooed me from myself with thy sweet sight , — Thou too art gone , and so is my delight ; And therefore do I weep and inly bleed With this last bruise upon a broken reed . The terrace which the historian ...
Side 32
... round , he observed the little rogue laughing . " Maman veut , " she called out , " que je me serve de la main gauche , et j'essayois ! " Amongst the literary associations which Lausanne affords , it must not be forgotten that it was ...
... round , he observed the little rogue laughing . " Maman veut , " she called out , " que je me serve de la main gauche , et j'essayois ! " Amongst the literary associations which Lausanne affords , it must not be forgotten that it was ...
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Alps amongst ancient appearance ARCH OF CONSTANTINE beautiful Bologna Bonnivard Bovinet bridge Bridge of Sighs brother Bucentaur Calvin Cardinal castle celebrated Chillon church Council of Ten death delight doge ducal palace Duke Duke of Savoy dungeon Eckius edifice Engraved erected eyes Ezzelino feet Ferrara formed Foscari Francesco Foscari French gallery garden Geneva genius gondolas hath heard hills honour inhabitants Italy lake Lausanne Lord Byron Madame de Stael magnificent mansion marble Martigny Milan Mont monument morning mountain never night noble observed Padua persons Petrarch Piron poet present prison Prout republic residence retreat Rhone Rialto rise Robert Jennings rock Roman Rome says scene scenery seen side singular Sion snow spirit Stael stranger summit Tasso thing tion tower town traveller valley Vaud Venetian Venice Verona verses Vicenza villa visited Voltaire walk walls
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Side 17 - 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 ! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Side 24 - 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 40 - 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 63 - 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 265 - The Niobe of nations, — there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios...
Side 44 - It seem'd like me to want a mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Side 43 - 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 25 - 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 268 - Where the car climb'd 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', where all is doubly night?
Side 18 - Now, where the quick Rhone thus hath cleft his way, The mightiest of the storms hath ta'en his stand : For here, not one, but many, make their play, And fling their thunder-bolts from hand to hand, Flashing and cast around ; of all the band, The brightest through these parted hills hath forked His lightnings — as if he did understand, That in such gaps as desolation worked, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurked.