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Page 12 - He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Page 12 - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried ' Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 21 - 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.
Page 254 - Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Page 2 - Twas his the vast and trackless Deep to rove : Alternate change of Climates has he known, And felt the fierce extremes of either zone, Where polar Skies congeal th...
Page 44 - No, never shall I lose the trace Of what I've felt in this bright place. And, should my spirit's hope grow weak, Should I, oh God, e'er doubt thy power, This mighty scene again I'll seek, At the same calm and glowing hour, And here, at the sublimest shrine That Nature ever rear'd to Thee, Rekindle all that hope divine, And feel my immortality ! EXTRACT II.
Page 94 - It fills the mind with new ideas, converses with its objects at the greatest distance, and continues longest in action without being tired.
Page 94 - Now, in travelling we multiply events, and innocently. We set out, as it were, on our adventures ; and many are those that occur to us, morning, noon, and night. The day we come to a place which we have long heard and read off — as in Italy we do continually — it is an era in our lives ; and from that moment the very name calls up a picture.
Page 94 - Would he who sat in a corner of his library, poring over books and maps, learn more or so much in the time, as he who, with his eyes and his heart open, is receiving impressions all day long from the things themselves...