In Praise of Switzerland: Being the Alps in Prose and VerseConstable, 1912 - 291 sidor |
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... wind of mountain liberty . In England it was that group of singers , often rather vaguely called the Poets of the Revolution , who first mirrored in verse the splendour of the Alpine vision- Wordsworth , Coleridge , Shelley , Byron ...
... wind of mountain liberty . In England it was that group of singers , often rather vaguely called the Poets of the Revolution , who first mirrored in verse the splendour of the Alpine vision- Wordsworth , Coleridge , Shelley , Byron ...
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... wind , and the lightning seems to laugh with the pride and glory of its power ? These things cannot be really communicated . They are the unique possession of those who have experienced them . It is only very dimly that words can give ...
... wind , and the lightning seems to laugh with the pride and glory of its power ? These things cannot be really communicated . They are the unique possession of those who have experienced them . It is only very dimly that words can give ...
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... winds . We have , therefore , every variety of indication of the under mountain form , first the mere coating which is soon to be with- drawn , and which shows as a mere sprinkling or powdering after a storm on the higher peaks ; then ...
... winds . We have , therefore , every variety of indication of the under mountain form , first the mere coating which is soon to be with- drawn , and which shows as a mere sprinkling or powdering after a storm on the higher peaks ; then ...
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... winds , lake , lightnings ! ye With night , and clouds , and thunder , and a soul To make these felt and feeling , well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices , is the knoll Of what in me is ...
... winds , lake , lightnings ! ye With night , and clouds , and thunder , and a soul To make these felt and feeling , well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices , is the knoll Of what in me is ...
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... wind , Blew where it listed , laying all things prone , - Now to o'erthrow a fool , and now to shake a throne . The other , deep and slow , exhausting thought , And hiving wisdom with each studious year , In meditation dwelt , with ...
... wind , Blew where it listed , laying all things prone , - Now to o'erthrow a fool , and now to shake a throne . The other , deep and slow , exhausting thought , And hiving wisdom with each studious year , In meditation dwelt , with ...
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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...