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A pedestrian tour of thirteen hundred and forty-seven miles ..., Volumen1
Vista completa - 1836
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Página 7 - 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.
Página 108 - tis sweet to view on high The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky; 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Página 330 - Of mighty Shakespeare's birth, the room, we see; That, where he died, in vain to find we try; Useless the search — for all immortal he — And those, who are immortal, never die.
Página 260 - Chi va lontan da la sua patria, vede cose da quel che già credea lontane; che narrandole poi, non se gli crede, e stimato bugiardo ne rimane: che '1 sciocco vulgo non gli vuoi dar fede, se non le vede e tocca chiare e piane.
Página 187 - THE lapse of time and rivers is the same, Both speed their journey with a restless stream ; The silent pace, with which they steal away, No wealth can bribe, no prayers persuade to stay ; Alike irrevocable both when past, And a wide ocean swallows both at last...
Página 155 - Mavra a thousand banners ; there was an outrageous carnage, and the rage of spears and hasty signs of violent indignation. Blood raised the tide of the Menai, and the crimson of human gore stained the brine. There...
Página 207 - Eifleddfod, which was held once in three years. They were prohibited from invading one another's province : nor were they permitted to degrade themfelves by following any other occupation.
Página 175 - Edwyn, and that notwithstanding he had continued to live with her till she died. The Bishop, in obedience to the charge, made a passage from the vault through the south wall of the church, under ground, and so secretly shoved the body into the church-yard.