Views A-foot: Or, Europe Seen with Knapsack and Staff: Pedestrian Tour in EuropePutnam, 1853 - 404 էջ |
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... ruins , or amid the sublime solitude of the mountain - top . It thus reflects faithfully the impress of his own mind , in every part of the journey , and he would prefer that it should remain a boyish work , however lacking in finish of ...
... ruins , or amid the sublime solitude of the mountain - top . It thus reflects faithfully the impress of his own mind , in every part of the journey , and he would prefer that it should remain a boyish work , however lacking in finish of ...
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... ruins of whose castle we saw on Inch Murrin , having murdered his uncle's cook in a quarrel , was obliged to flee for his life . Returning after many years , he built a castle upon this island , which was always after named , on account ...
... ruins of whose castle we saw on Inch Murrin , having murdered his uncle's cook in a quarrel , was obliged to flee for his life . Returning after many years , he built a castle upon this island , which was always after named , on account ...
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... ruin'd , formless bulk o ' stane and lime , Compare wi ' bonnie brigs o ' modern time ? " While on the arch of the ' old brig ' was the reply : " I'll be a brig when ye're a shapeless stane . " As we advanced into the town , the ...
... ruin'd , formless bulk o ' stane and lime , Compare wi ' bonnie brigs o ' modern time ? " While on the arch of the ' old brig ' was the reply : " I'll be a brig when ye're a shapeless stane . " As we advanced into the town , the ...
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... ruin , which is close by the road , stands in the middle of the church - yard , and the first thing I saw , on going in the gate , was the tomb of the father of Burns . I looked in the old window , but the interior was filled with rank ...
... ruin , which is close by the road , stands in the middle of the church - yard , and the first thing I saw , on going in the gate , was the tomb of the father of Burns . I looked in the old window , but the interior was filled with rank ...
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... ruins of its once- proud palace , stand on a green meadow behind the town . In another hour we were walking through Edinburg , admiring its palace - like edifices , and stopping every few minutes to gaze up at some lofty monument ...
... ruins of its once- proud palace , stand on a green meadow behind the town . In another hour we were walking through Edinburg , admiring its palace - like edifices , and stopping every few minutes to gaze up at some lofty monument ...
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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...