Views A-foot: Or, Europe Seen with Knapsack and Staff: Pedestrian Tour in EuropePutnam, 1853 - 404 էջ |
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... night on the ocean sinks calmly down , I climb the vessel's prow , Where the foam - wreath glows with its phosphor light , Like a crown on a sea - nymph's brow . Above , through the lattice of rope and spar , The stars in their beauty ...
... night on the ocean sinks calmly down , I climb the vessel's prow , Where the foam - wreath glows with its phosphor light , Like a crown on a sea - nymph's brow . Above , through the lattice of rope and spar , The stars in their beauty ...
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... night , by singing and howling in the most dolorous manner , with the accompaniment of slapping their hands violently on their bare breasts . We tried an opposition , and a young German student , who was returning home after two years ...
... night , by singing and howling in the most dolorous manner , with the accompaniment of slapping their hands violently on their bare breasts . We tried an opposition , and a young German student , who was returning home after two years ...
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... night saw the sun set behind the mountains of Wales . About midnight , the pilot came on board , and soon after sunrise I saw the distant spires of Liverpool . The Welsh coast was studded with windmills , all in motion , and the harbor ...
... night saw the sun set behind the mountains of Wales . About midnight , the pilot came on board , and soon after sunrise I saw the distant spires of Liverpool . The Welsh coast was studded with windmills , all in motion , and the harbor ...
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... night in sleepless misery . The Irish bestowed themselves about the floor as they best could , for there was no light , and very soon the Morphean deepness of their breathing gave token of blissful unconsciousness . The next morning was ...
... night in sleepless misery . The Irish bestowed themselves about the floor as they best could , for there was no light , and very soon the Morphean deepness of their breathing gave token of blissful unconsciousness . The next morning was ...
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... night , and walking at random through its silent streets , met a policeman , whom we asked to show us where we might find lodgings . He took my cousin and myself to the house of a poor widow , who had a spare bed which she let to ...
... night , and walking at random through its silent streets , met a policeman , whom we asked to show us where we might find lodgings . He took my cousin and myself to the house of a poor widow , who had a spare bed which she let to ...
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Alps American arch ascended banks beautiful Ben Lomond Black Forest blue boat Bohemia bridge Brocken castle church clouds countenance covered crags crossed crowd Danube dark deep distance dome Elbe entered feeling feet Fiesole filled Florence foot forest Frankfort gardens Genoa German glorious green half hall heart Heidelberg hills hundred Italian Italy journey lake leaving light little village Loch Katrine lofty look lovely magnificent marble meadows mighty miles morning mountain narrow nearly Neckar night Odenwald painting palace passed picture pine plain rain reached Rhine river road rock Roman Rome rose ruins Saxon Switzerland scene scenery seemed shore side spires spirit square stands stood storm stream streets summit Ticino took tower Traunstein trees vale valley Vallombrosa Vaucluse Vienna visited walk walls waves whole wild wind
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Էջ 173 - Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear, and with a manly heart.
Էջ 281 - Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device, Excelsior!
Էջ 37 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!
Էջ 48 - IN the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er the town. As the summer morn was breaking, on that lofty tower I stood, And the world threw off the darkness, like the weeds of widowhood.
Էջ 51 - The river Rhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne; But tell me, Nymphs! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
Էջ 204 - The latter place better deserves its appellation than the former. The road winds between precipices of black rock, above which the thick foliage shuts o'ut the brightness of day, and gives a sombre hue to the scene.
Էջ 357 - As breaks the hallow'd day, And calleth with a seraph's voice A nation up to pray! Those chimes that tell a thousand tales, Sweet tales of olden time!
Էջ 357 - Tis to be free, No more to love or hope or fear, To join the great equality; All, all alike are humbled there. The mighty grave Wraps lord and slave; Nor pride nor poverty dares come Within that refuge-house, — the tomb. Spirit with the drooping wing And the ever-weeping eye, Thou of all earth's kings art king; Empires at thy footstool lie; Beneath thee strewed, Their multitude Sink like waves upon the shore; Storms shall never raise them more.
Էջ 65 - A little higher up lies a massive block of granite called the Giant's Column. It is thirty-two feet long and three to four feet in diameter, and still bears the mark of the chisel. When or by whom it was made remains a mystery. Some have supposed it was intended to be erected for the worship of the sun by the wild Teutonic tribes who inhabited this forest ; it is more probably the work of the Romans. A project was once started to erect a monument on the battlefield of Leipsic, but it was found too...
Էջ 297 - ONE day's walk through Rome, — how shall I describe it ? The Capitol, the Forum, St. Peter's, the Coliseum, — what few hours' ramble ever took in places so hallowed by poetry, history, and art ? It was a golden leaf in my calendar of life. In thinking over it now, and drawing out the threads of recollection from the varied web of thought I have woven to-day, I almost wonder how I dared so much at once ; but within reach of them all, how was it possible to wait ? Let me give a sketch of our day's...