In Praise of Switzerland: Being the Alps in Prose and VerseConstable, 1912 - 291 sidor |
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... arm and creeps from pine to pine . ' And see the wild flowers , even in this waning season of the year , the delicate lilac of the dear autumn crocus , which seems to start up elf - like out of the lush grass , the coral beads of the ...
... arm and creeps from pine to pine . ' And see the wild flowers , even in this waning season of the year , the delicate lilac of the dear autumn crocus , which seems to start up elf - like out of the lush grass , the coral beads of the ...
Sida 48
... arm , and creeps from pine to pine , And loiters , slowly drawn . On either hand The lawns and meadow - ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers , and far below them roars The long brook falling thro ' the clov'n ravine In cataract after ...
... arm , and creeps from pine to pine , And loiters , slowly drawn . On either hand The lawns and meadow - ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers , and far below them roars The long brook falling thro ' the clov'n ravine In cataract after ...
Sida 49
... arms of vapour stretch across the urn - like valleys , and gradually thickening and swelling upward , enwrap the scored bodies of the ashen - faced peaks and the pastures of the green mountain , till the heights become islands over a ...
... arms of vapour stretch across the urn - like valleys , and gradually thickening and swelling upward , enwrap the scored bodies of the ashen - faced peaks and the pastures of the green mountain , till the heights become islands over a ...
Sida 59
... arms and heart . O ye passions , a ray of sunshine is enough to rekindle you all . The cold black mountain is a volcano once more , and melts its snowy crown with one single gust of flaming breath . It is the spring which brings about ...
... arms and heart . O ye passions , a ray of sunshine is enough to rekindle you all . The cold black mountain is a volcano once more , and melts its snowy crown with one single gust of flaming breath . It is the spring which brings about ...
Sida 60
... arms- Ye are bound for the mountains ! Ah ! with you let me go Where your cold , distant barrier , The vast range of snow , Through the loose cloud lifts dimly Its white peaks in air- How deep is their stillness ! Ah , would I were ...
... arms- Ye are bound for the mountains ! Ah ! with you let me go Where your cold , distant barrier , The vast range of snow , Through the loose cloud lifts dimly Its white peaks in air- How deep is their stillness ! Ah , would I were ...
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In Praise of Switzerland: Being the Alps in Prose and Verse Harold Spender Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1912 |
In Praise of Switzerland: Being the Alps in Prose and Verse Harold Spender Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1912 |
In Praise of Switzerland: Being the Alps in Prose and Verse Harold Spender Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2019 |
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Sida 182 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior...
Sida 47 - To find him in the valley ; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves...
Sida 1 - Form ! Risest from forth thy silent Sea of Pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy...
Sida 274 - Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will, Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Sida 183 - Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!' And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior I ' O stay' the maiden said, ' and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Sida 9 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring.
Sida 245 - For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone, Lone as the corse within its shroud, Lone as a solitary cloud, — A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
Sida 10 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Sida 9 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
Sida 24 - Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread. No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword...