Jenning's Landscape Annual, Bind 1R. Jenning and Company, 1830 |
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Side 26
... wall towards the prospect . An old - fashioned arbour of cut charmille ( dwarf - beech ) at the end of the terrace , encloses the petit cabinet , where Gibbon says he wrote the last lines of his " Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire ...
... wall towards the prospect . An old - fashioned arbour of cut charmille ( dwarf - beech ) at the end of the terrace , encloses the petit cabinet , where Gibbon says he wrote the last lines of his " Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire ...
Side 41
... walls are situated the dungeons , excavated in the solid rock , below the level of the waters . In these were buried alive numbers of state prisoners , particularly during the long and sanguinary conflicts between the ancient dukes of ...
... walls are situated the dungeons , excavated in the solid rock , below the level of the waters . In these were buried alive numbers of state prisoners , particularly during the long and sanguinary conflicts between the ancient dukes of ...
Side 43
... surprise , And they that moment could not see I was the mate of misery ; But then by dull degrees came back My senses to their wonted track ; I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round MONTREAUX AND CASTLE OF CHILLON . 43.
... surprise , And they that moment could not see I was the mate of misery ; But then by dull degrees came back My senses to their wonted track ; I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round MONTREAUX AND CASTLE OF CHILLON . 43.
Side 44
I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before , I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done , But through the crevice where it came That bird was perch'd , as fond and tame , And tamer than upon the ...
I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before , I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done , But through the crevice where it came That bird was perch'd , as fond and tame , And tamer than upon the ...
Side 45
from the walls of Chillon , will not fail to recognize the scenery described by the delighted Bonnivard when he is ... wall'd distant town , And whiter sails go skimming down ; And then there was a little isle Which in my very face did ...
from the walls of Chillon , will not fail to recognize the scenery described by the delighted Bonnivard when he is ... wall'd distant town , And whiter sails go skimming down ; And then there was a little isle Which in my very face did ...
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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.