In Praise of Switzerland: Being the Alps in Prose and VerseConstable, 1912 - 291 sidor |
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... thou a charm to stay the morning - star In his steep course ? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head , O sovran BLANC ! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou , most awful Form ! Risest from forth thy ...
... thou a charm to stay the morning - star In his steep course ? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head , O sovran BLANC ! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou , most awful Form ! Risest from forth thy ...
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... Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears , Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake , Voice of sweet song ! Awake , my heart , awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs , all join my Hymn . Thou first and chief , sole sovereign of the Vale ...
... Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears , Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake , Voice of sweet song ! Awake , my heart , awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs , all join my Hymn . Thou first and chief , sole sovereign of the Vale ...
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... Thou too again , stupendous Mountain ! thou That as I raise my head , awhile bowed low In adoration , upward from thy base Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears , Solemnly seemest , like a vapoury cloud , To rise before me ...
... Thou too again , stupendous Mountain ! thou That as I raise my head , awhile bowed low In adoration , upward from thy base Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears , Solemnly seemest , like a vapoury cloud , To rise before me ...
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... Thou wert not sent for slumber ! 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 ...
... Thou wert not sent for slumber ! 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 ...
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... thou blest with peace , serene As that of the sweet fields and meadows green In unambitious compass round thee spread . Majestic Berne , high on her guardian steep , B The Town of Schwytz ' The ' Ranz des Vaches ' Holding a central ...
... thou blest with peace , serene As that of the sweet fields and meadows green In unambitious compass round thee spread . Majestic Berne , high on her guardian steep , B The Town of Schwytz ' The ' Ranz des Vaches ' Holding a central ...
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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...