Continental Adventures: A Novel, Volume 1Hurst, Robinson, 1826 - 400 pages |
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... wood ! Land of the mountain and the flood ! Land of my sires ! " No , " exclaimed Caroline , " but now I exclaim , " O Italy ! serene and mild ! Meet nurse for a romantic child ! Land of the classic field and flood ! Land of the great ...
... wood ! Land of the mountain and the flood ! Land of my sires ! " No , " exclaimed Caroline , " but now I exclaim , " O Italy ! serene and mild ! Meet nurse for a romantic child ! Land of the classic field and flood ! Land of the great ...
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... woods and wildernesses , surmounting perils and privations , such as a female has rarely encountered . It was during her abode in America that Caroline was born , but she came to England with her mother at an age too early to remember ...
... woods and wildernesses , surmounting perils and privations , such as a female has rarely encountered . It was during her abode in America that Caroline was born , but she came to England with her mother at an age too early to remember ...
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... wood scattered about , and the coarse wooden benches and tables , stained with their tobacco and liquor . " The celebrated view from the terrace of St. Germains , though rich and extensive , is not to be compared to that from Windsor ...
... wood scattered about , and the coarse wooden benches and tables , stained with their tobacco and liquor . " The celebrated view from the terrace of St. Germains , though rich and extensive , is not to be compared to that from Windsor ...
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... woods , and gardens the beauty , and prosperity , and embel- lishment that animate the prospect in merry England ! " Such were our reflections , ( a poor disap- pointed set of travellers ) , as we journeyed through the dreary lands of ...
... woods , and gardens the beauty , and prosperity , and embel- lishment that animate the prospect in merry England ! " Such were our reflections , ( a poor disap- pointed set of travellers ) , as we journeyed through the dreary lands of ...
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... wood , and wholly destitute of beauty . But we beheld , for the first time , to our unspeakable delight the Alps ! Their long , lofty , purple ridge , rising far above the nearer hills , bounded the distant horizon ! -Certainly ...
... wood , and wholly destitute of beauty . But we beheld , for the first time , to our unspeakable delight the Alps ! Their long , lofty , purple ridge , rising far above the nearer hills , bounded the distant horizon ! -Certainly ...
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Page 3 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Page 178 - IX. 0 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 ! X.
Page 150 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! But soft ! but soft ! aside : here comes the king.
Page 178 - 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 ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.
Page 158 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed...
Page 141 - Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O : Her 'prentice han' she try'd on man, An
Page 346 - The natural music of the mountain reed — For here the patriarchal days are not A pastoral fable — pipes in the liberal air, Mixed with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd; My soul would drink those echoes.
Page 346 - The mists boil up around the glaciers ; clouds Rise curling fast beneath me, white and sulphury, Like foam from the roused ocean of deep Hell, Whose every wave breaks on a living shore Heap'd with the damn'd like pebbles.
Page 214 - THE King of France, with twenty thousand men, Went up the hill, and then came down again ; The King of Spain, with twenty thousand more, Climbed the same hill the French had climbed before.
Page x - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuff's out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.