Souvenirs of Travel, Bind 1S. H. Goetzel, 1857 |
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... Lake Leman CHAPTER XXI . Monument of Rousseau - Calvin - John Knox - Burial - place of Calvin - Iron Saucepan - Model of Mont Blanc - The Junction - Ferney - Sad Accident- The Blue Rhone - Scenes upon the Lake - Cathedral - Alpine Storm ...
... Lake Leman CHAPTER XXI . Monument of Rousseau - Calvin - John Knox - Burial - place of Calvin - Iron Saucepan - Model of Mont Blanc - The Junction - Ferney - Sad Accident- The Blue Rhone - Scenes upon the Lake - Cathedral - Alpine Storm ...
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... Lake Leman - Tradition of the Bridge of St. Maurice -The Cretins - The Goitres - Brieg CHAPTER XXII . 171 Road across the Simplon Mountain - Ascent - View from the first Post - House -Glaciers - Glacier Galleries - View from the ...
... Lake Leman - Tradition of the Bridge of St. Maurice -The Cretins - The Goitres - Brieg CHAPTER XXII . 171 Road across the Simplon Mountain - Ascent - View from the first Post - House -Glaciers - Glacier Galleries - View from the ...
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... lakes , where the cows calmly stood in the placid waters , -the myriad sheep upon the hills , -the stalwart peasants at their daily toil ; and they seemed pictures we had looked upon in some other period of existence , all were so ...
... lakes , where the cows calmly stood in the placid waters , -the myriad sheep upon the hills , -the stalwart peasants at their daily toil ; and they seemed pictures we had looked upon in some other period of existence , all were so ...
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... a time , we passed into his domains . How lovely was the scene ! Lakes , groves , arbors , avenues , and grand old fir trees , perfect giants ! They ap THE CATHEDRAL OF ST . PAUL . 59 peared the 58 SOUVENIRS OF TRAVEL .
... a time , we passed into his domains . How lovely was the scene ! Lakes , groves , arbors , avenues , and grand old fir trees , perfect giants ! They ap THE CATHEDRAL OF ST . PAUL . 59 peared the 58 SOUVENIRS OF TRAVEL .
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... lake , there were several black swans . More than 50,000 persons were in the grounds during the day . In all this throng there was the most entire decorum and courtesy manifested . Of course , they were of the better class of people ...
... lake , there were several black swans . More than 50,000 persons were in the grounds during the day . In all this throng there was the most entire decorum and courtesy manifested . Of course , they were of the better class of people ...
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Side 182 - 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 176 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Side 181 - And then there was a little isle, Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view; A small green isle, it seemed no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Side 138 - When the troops come marching home again with glad and gallant tread, But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye, For her brother was a soldier too, and not afraid to die; And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame, And to hang the old sword in its place (my father's sword and mine), For the honor of old Bingen — dear Bingen on the Rhine.
Side 137 - Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around To hear my mournful story in the pleasant vineyard ground, That we fought the battle bravely, and when the day was done Full many a corse lay ghastly pale beneath the setting sun.
Side 13 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dissolve ; And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind ! we are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Side 138 - For my father was a soldier, and even as a child My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild ; And when he died and left us to divide his scanty hoard, I let them take whate'er they would, but kept my father's sword, And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine On the cottage wall at Bingen — calm Bingen on the Rhine.
Side 179 - Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly...
Side 14 - The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Side 138 - Tell my sister not to weep for me and sob with drooping head, When the troops come marching home again with glad and gallant tread, But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye, For her brother was a soldier too, and not afraid to die...