Souvenirs of Travel, Volume 1S. H. Goetzel, 1857 - Europe |
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... Rock " in the ocean . This contains a light - house , which It is three miles from the main . is tenanted by one man . land , and is a lonely spot . The next day we were in sight of Wales , and soon of Holyhead - a high , bold ...
... Rock " in the ocean . This contains a light - house , which It is three miles from the main . is tenanted by one man . land , and is a lonely spot . The next day we were in sight of Wales , and soon of Holyhead - a high , bold ...
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... rock , in the depths of a grove , and as we were looking upon them , the water came rushing down the rock in sheets of foam , and formed a little lake at the foot . The effect was startling and delightful . In a few moments we heard the ...
... rock , in the depths of a grove , and as we were looking upon them , the water came rushing down the rock in sheets of foam , and formed a little lake at the foot . The effect was startling and delightful . In a few moments we heard the ...
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... rocks rising abruptly from the river many hundred feet . They bear the impress of volcanic origin , and are dark and ... rock were the Ruins of Hammerstein , the refuge of the Emperor Henry IV . in 1105 , and not far distant the towers ...
... rocks rising abruptly from the river many hundred feet . They bear the impress of volcanic origin , and are dark and ... rock were the Ruins of Hammerstein , the refuge of the Emperor Henry IV . in 1105 , and not far distant the towers ...
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... rock , we recall the famine and the siege ; and own that the more daring crimes of men have a strange privi- lege in hallowing the very spot which they devastated . " After leaving Coblentz , we seemed to enter a region of enchantment ...
... rock , we recall the famine and the siege ; and own that the more daring crimes of men have a strange privi- lege in hallowing the very spot which they devastated . " After leaving Coblentz , we seemed to enter a region of enchantment ...
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... rock , was the tower of Marksburg . This castle is remarkable , as being the only one preserved from destruction , and still revealing all the horrors of terrible dungeons cut in the living rock , of chambers of torture , and of the ...
... rock , was the tower of Marksburg . This castle is remarkable , as being the only one preserved from destruction , and still revealing all the horrors of terrible dungeons cut in the living rock , of chambers of torture , and of the ...
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Page 182 - Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 176 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, 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!
Page 181 - And then there was a little isle, Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view; A small green isle, it seemed no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 138 - When the troops come marching home again with glad and gallant tread, But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye, For her brother was a soldier too, and not afraid to die; And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame, And to hang the old sword in its place (my father's sword and mine), For the honor of old Bingen — dear Bingen on the Rhine.
Page 137 - Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around To hear my mournful story in the pleasant vineyard ground, That we fought the battle bravely, and when the day was done Full many a corse lay ghastly pale beneath the setting sun.
Page 13 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dissolve ; And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind ! we are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Page 138 - For my father was a soldier, and even as a child My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild ; And when he died and left us to divide his scanty hoard, I let them take whate'er they would, but kept my father's sword, And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine On the cottage wall at Bingen — calm Bingen on the Rhine.
Page 179 - 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...
Page 14 - The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Page 138 - Tell my sister not to weep for me and sob with drooping head, When the troops come marching home again with glad and gallant tread, But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye, For her brother was a soldier too, and not afraid to die...