An Alpine tale. By the author of 'Tales from Switzerland'.1823 |
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الصفحة 54
... poor of their vicinity with its invaluable treasures . Not a cottage , or cabin , was to be found within the sphere of their benefi- cent exertions , that did not contain within its walls this sanctuary for the afflicted- this refuge ...
... poor of their vicinity with its invaluable treasures . Not a cottage , or cabin , was to be found within the sphere of their benefi- cent exertions , that did not contain within its walls this sanctuary for the afflicted- this refuge ...
الصفحة 57
... poor and empty in comparison of those ele- vated enjoyments , with which the Redeemer , blesses his children , it was their first and most anxious desire to keep free every con- duit , through which the streams that make glad the city ...
... poor and empty in comparison of those ele- vated enjoyments , with which the Redeemer , blesses his children , it was their first and most anxious desire to keep free every con- duit , through which the streams that make glad the city ...
الصفحة 100
... poor mother , who brought him forth in sor- row , and fed him from her breast ; who watched so anxiously over his helpless in- fancy , and spent so many a sleepless night beside his bed ? O Claude ! and shall I then behold the face of ...
... poor mother , who brought him forth in sor- row , and fed him from her breast ; who watched so anxiously over his helpless in- fancy , and spent so many a sleepless night beside his bed ? O Claude ! and shall I then behold the face of ...
الصفحة 104
... poor wanderer would yet be granted to her maternal vows . I gazed on it , until the powers of recollection were over- whelmed in the dreadful reality of the loss I had sustained . I then fell upon the lifeless visage -and kissed it ...
... poor wanderer would yet be granted to her maternal vows . I gazed on it , until the powers of recollection were over- whelmed in the dreadful reality of the loss I had sustained . I then fell upon the lifeless visage -and kissed it ...
الصفحة 109
... poor- est outcast at our door was still a human be- ing , with passions and feelings similar to our own , and we could consider nothing that regarded him , as foreign to ourselves . * While we beheld him , therefore , we would say , and ...
... poor- est outcast at our door was still a human be- ing , with passions and feelings similar to our own , and we could consider nothing that regarded him , as foreign to ourselves . * While we beheld him , therefore , we would say , and ...
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abode affection affliction agitated Alphonzo Alpine Alps Alsace amidst anxiety Bagnes beautiful beheld beloved Blesne blessing bosom breast calm castle cheek choly clouds dark dear death Divine Divine grace earth earthly ejaculation Emily Emily's emotion eternal evanescent faith father feelings gazed glen glory grave hand happiness heard heart heaven heavenly Henriade Henry IV hills hope hour Jura lake lake of Geneva look Lord loveliness Martigny meditation melan melancholy mercy Mertenburg mind morning mortal vision mother mountains mournful nature never night o'er once parents passed path peace perhaps phonzo pious pleasure poor pray prayer racter recollection Redeemer rejoice replied repose rest retired Rhone Saviour scene season seat seemed serenity shade smile soon sorrow soul spirit spot storm sunk sweet Switzerland tears tempest tender thee things thou thought tion uncon unto Vevay Villaret voice walk wanderer waters wind
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الصفحة 269 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
الصفحة 224 - Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth ; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.
الصفحة 254 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
الصفحة 100 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given. But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven : As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread. Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
الصفحة 206 - which the mantling vine Lays forth her purple grape, and gently creeps Luxuriant; meanwhile murmuring waters fall Down the slope hills, dispersed, or in a lake, That to the fringed bank with myrtle crowned Her crystal mirror holds, unite their streams.
الصفحة 65 - The great day of the Lord is near, it is near, and hasteth greatly, even the voice of the day of the Lord : the mighty man shall cry there bitterly. That day is a day of wrath, a day of trouble and distress, a day of wasteness and desolation, a day of darkness and gloominess, a day of clouds and thick darkness...
الصفحة 265 - Let us therefore fear, lest, a promise being left us of entering into his rest, any of you should seem to come short of it.
الصفحة 189 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
الصفحة 152 - O'er all the mountain-tops: — 'tis done ; The deluge ceases ; bold and bright The rainbow shoots from hill to hill ; Down sinks the sun ; on presses night ; — Mont Blanc is lovely still. There take thy stand, my spirit ; — spread The world of shadows at thy feet ; And mark how calmly, overhead, The stars like saints in glory meet : While hid in solitude sublime, Methinks I muse on Nature's tomb, And hear the passing foot of Time Step through the gloom.
الصفحة 82 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven...