Continental Adventures: A Novel ...

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Wells and Lilly, 1826 - 284 pages
 

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Page 119 - 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 100 - 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 2 - CALEDONIA ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Page 146 - 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 234 - 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 90 - Is there a heart that music cannot melt ? Alas ! how is that rugged heart forlorn ! Is there who ne'er those mystic transports felt Of solitude and melancholy born ? He needs not woo the Muse ; he is her scorn : The sophist's rope of cobweb he shall twine ; Mope o'er the schoolman's peevish page; or mourn, And delve for life in Mammon's dirty mine ; Sneak with the scoundrel fox, or grunt with glutton swine.
Page 77 - Walked forth to tell his beads, And he met with a lady fair, Clad in a pilgrim's weeds. " Now Christ thee save, thou reverend friar ! I pray thee tell to me, If ever at yon holy shrine My true love thou didst see." " And how should I know your true love From many another one...
Page 234 - For here the patriarchal days are not A pastoral fable— pipes in the liberal air, Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd; My soul would drink those echoes. Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A living voice, a breathing harmony, A bodiless enjoyment— born and dying With the blest tone which made me!
Page 160 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, hi a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Page 95 - Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O : Her 'prentice han' she try'd on man, An

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