Impressions at home and abroad; or, A year of real lifeSmith, Elder and Company, 1837 |
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Side 6
... leaving hound and hunter far behind . Here he was concealed by the recesses of the glen for some time , and thought to escape to Galway's river , but was pre- vented . Defeated in this second attempt , and the hounds pressing him , he ...
... leaving hound and hunter far behind . Here he was concealed by the recesses of the glen for some time , and thought to escape to Galway's river , but was pre- vented . Defeated in this second attempt , and the hounds pressing him , he ...
Side 10
... leaving the neighbourhood of Kilworth ( where the views from the bridge over the Funcheon , with the ruined castle in Lord Mount - Cashel's demesne , and the handsome house , and busy mills of Mr. C. make a pretty picture ) , but an ...
... leaving the neighbourhood of Kilworth ( where the views from the bridge over the Funcheon , with the ruined castle in Lord Mount - Cashel's demesne , and the handsome house , and busy mills of Mr. C. make a pretty picture ) , but an ...
Side 11
... Leaving the ruin behind , you descend a hill , and a noble range of mountains may be seen raising their blue and lofty crests northward . These are the Gualtys , stretching over part of the counties of Cork , Limerick , Tipperary , and ...
... Leaving the ruin behind , you descend a hill , and a noble range of mountains may be seen raising their blue and lofty crests northward . These are the Gualtys , stretching over part of the counties of Cork , Limerick , Tipperary , and ...
Side 24
... twelve miles from Youghall . The town is small , but contains some good houses ; at the upper end it dwindles into a row of mud cabins . After leaving the town , we went on direct over ABBEY OF MOUNT MELLERAY . 25 as bad a piece.
... twelve miles from Youghall . The town is small , but contains some good houses ; at the upper end it dwindles into a row of mud cabins . After leaving the town , we went on direct over ABBEY OF MOUNT MELLERAY . 25 as bad a piece.
Side 36
... leaving behind some furrowed tracks of time's ploughshare ; but now at the close they cast care away , and nestled in the bosom of their families , to spend that joy- ous season in exhilarating society . Even those on whom the cold ...
... leaving behind some furrowed tracks of time's ploughshare ; but now at the close they cast care away , and nestled in the bosom of their families , to spend that joy- ous season in exhilarating society . Even those on whom the cold ...
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ABBEY ancient appeared arch arrived auberge banks Bay Middleton beautiful behold breakfast building built called Cappoquin carriage castle cathedral centre chamois chapel chateau church clouds commenced Corinthian order Doric order entered eyes FAREWELL FOX HUNT fear feel feet France Frederique gallery glaciers Gothic architecture Gray's Inn Grindelwald hall hand heard hill honourable horses Hotel hour Hyde-Park Irish king ladies lake leaving light London looking magnificent Martigny ment mind Mont Blanc morning MOUNT MELLERAY mountain mounted night noble Lord o'clock palace Palais Royal Paris passed perhaps picturesque pillars Port St present reached Rhine river road rocks Roman Rudesheim scene shew side sight splendid steep stone streets summit table d'hôte Tamina temple thou tion tomb TOUR tower town trees valley vast village walked walls woods young
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Side 317 - Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with Nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Side 21 - Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly...
Side 70 - 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!
Side 3 - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming; And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green; Now we come to chant our lay "Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Side xxiii - Then welcome business, welcome strife, Welcome the cares, the thorns of life, The visage wan, the pore-blind sight, The toil by day, the lamp by night, The tedious forms, the solemn prate, The pert dispute, the dull debate, The drowsy bench, the babbling hall, For thee, fair Justice, welcome all!
Side 233 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Side i - What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life, by him who interests his heart in every thing, and who, having eyes to see what time and chance are perpetually holding out to him as he journeyeth on his way, misses nothing he can fairly lay his hands on...
Side 215 - Where the car climbed the Capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site : — Chaos of ruins! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say,
Side 31 - 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.
Side 47 - When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Such gallant chiding ; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.