Letters, During a Tour Through Some Parts of France, Savoy, Switzerland, Germany, and the Netherlands: In the Summer of 1817Kirk & Mercein, 1818 - 312 من الصفحات |
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... GENEVA . Auxonne . First view of the Alps . Enter the first pass of the Jura . Champagnole . Romantic scenery . Beggars . Morez . First view of the Lake of Geneva . Gex . Geneva . 149-159 . LETTER XIX . GENEVA . CHAMOUNI . State of ...
... GENEVA . Auxonne . First view of the Alps . Enter the first pass of the Jura . Champagnole . Romantic scenery . Beggars . Morez . First view of the Lake of Geneva . Gex . Geneva . 149-159 . LETTER XIX . GENEVA . CHAMOUNI . State of ...
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... Geneva - and thence to the glaciers of Savoy - across the country to Basle , and down the Rhine to the Netherlands . Thus my most ardent wishes will be gratified - and , wearied in this place , as I soon shall be , with the works of men ...
... Geneva - and thence to the glaciers of Savoy - across the country to Basle , and down the Rhine to the Netherlands . Thus my most ardent wishes will be gratified - and , wearied in this place , as I soon shall be , with the works of men ...
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... Geneva . Our last day in the capital , like most last days , the last day of life not excepted , was one of hurry and fa- tigue . Too much was crowded into it , and , there- fore , with all our diligence , some things were left undone ...
... Geneva . Our last day in the capital , like most last days , the last day of life not excepted , was one of hurry and fa- tigue . Too much was crowded into it , and , there- fore , with all our diligence , some things were left undone ...
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... , a circumstance , in which the regret awakened by the delay it will occasion , is greatly moderated by thank- fulness that we are safely arrived . Adieu . Your's , & c . LETTER XVII . Geneva . MY DEAR HAVE you courage 138 FONTAINEBLEAU .
... , a circumstance , in which the regret awakened by the delay it will occasion , is greatly moderated by thank- fulness that we are safely arrived . Adieu . Your's , & c . LETTER XVII . Geneva . MY DEAR HAVE you courage 138 FONTAINEBLEAU .
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In the Summer of 1817 Thomas Raffles. LETTER XVII . Geneva . MY DEAR HAVE you courage to renew the journey with me , and after traversing for three wearisome days a level country with little to relieve the eye , to cross the precipitous ...
In the Summer of 1817 Thomas Raffles. LETTER XVII . Geneva . MY DEAR HAVE you courage to renew the journey with me , and after traversing for three wearisome days a level country with little to relieve the eye , to cross the precipitous ...
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الصفحة 157 - Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers. For what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? And what communion hath light with darkness? And what concord hath Christ with Belial? Or what part hath he that believeth with an infidel?
الصفحة 183 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
الصفحة 139 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
الصفحة 139 - Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires ; Hesperus that led The starry host rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
الصفحة 279 - And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country ; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat : and no man gave unto him.
الصفحة 47 - As soon as the king had left the carriage, three guards surrounded him, and would have taken off his clothes ; but he repulsed them with haughtiness : he undressed himself, untied his neckcloth, opened his shirt, and arranged it himself. The guards, whom the determined countenance of the king had for a moment disconcerted, seemed to recover their audacity. They surrounded him again, and would have seized his hands. " What are you attempting ?" said the king, drawing back his hands. " To bind you,
الصفحة 48 - I heard him pronounce distinctly these memorable words. — ' / die innocent of all the crimes laid to my charge. I pardon those who have occasioned my death, and I pray to God that the blood you are now going to shed may never be visited on France.
الصفحة 236 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar— for 'twas trod Until his very steps have left a trace, Worn as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
الصفحة 48 - Saviour who is about to recompense you;' at these words he raised his eyes to heaven with an expression that can never be described. ' You are right,' said he, ' nothing less than his example should make me submit to such a degradation.' Then, turning to the guards, ' Do what you will, I will drink of the cup even to the dregs.