A Winter in the Azores: And a Summer at the Baths of the Furnas, Volum 1J. Van Voorst, 1841 - 375 pàgines |
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... followed by the same drenching shower , seems to stun her and make her motionless in the water . For a moment hardly a sound is heard , and she seems to have given up the con- test in despair . Then the rolling and the pitch- · GALES ...
... followed by the same drenching shower , seems to stun her and make her motionless in the water . For a moment hardly a sound is heard , and she seems to have given up the con- test in despair . Then the rolling and the pitch- · GALES ...
Pàgina 22
... followed us for some distance , and finally broke astern , sweep- ing clean over our stern sheets , and swilling the bottom of the boat , was a signal to our men to turn her head to the waves , and wait for smoother water , -their long ...
... followed us for some distance , and finally broke astern , sweep- ing clean over our stern sheets , and swilling the bottom of the boat , was a signal to our men to turn her head to the waves , and wait for smoother water , -their long ...
Pàgina 23
... followed ; again they lay still , till , the back- water returning , a cheer from the steersman urged them to a final effort ; with all their heart and strength they once more struggled against and slowly overcame the force of the ...
... followed ; again they lay still , till , the back- water returning , a cheer from the steersman urged them to a final effort ; with all their heart and strength they once more struggled against and slowly overcame the force of the ...
Pàgina 77
... followed by a man or boy talking incessantly , or goading the beast as he picks his careful way among or over the fragments of rock with which they are strewn . Yesterday we were off to the mountains at an early hour . The morning was ...
... followed by a man or boy talking incessantly , or goading the beast as he picks his careful way among or over the fragments of rock with which they are strewn . Yesterday we were off to the mountains at an early hour . The morning was ...
Pàgina 114
... followed , until at length the Furnas became what it now is , the Baden Baden of the Island of St. Michael . At a little distance from the principal caldeira is a deep smoking circular pit , in the bottom of which you see water boiling ...
... followed , until at length the Furnas became what it now is , the Baden Baden of the Island of St. Michael . At a little distance from the principal caldeira is a deep smoking circular pit , in the bottom of which you see water boiling ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
A Winter in the Azores; and a Summer at the Baths of the Furnas, Volum 1 Joseph Bullar,Henry Bullar Visualització completa - 1841 |
A winter in the Azores, and a summer at the baths of the Furnas, by J. and H ... Joseph Bullar Visualització completa - 1841 |
A Winter in the Azores: And a Summer at the Baths of the Furnas, Volum 1 Joseph Bullar,Henry Bullar Visualització completa - 1841 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 259 - And seemliness complete, that sways Thy courtesies, about thee plays ; With no restraint, but such as springs From quick and eager visitings Of thoughts, that lie beyond the reach Of thy few words of English speech : A bondage sweetly brooked, a strife That gives thy gestures grace and life ! So have I, not unmoved in mind, Seen birds of tempest-loving kind Thus beating up against the wind.
Pàgina 62 - In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, With woody hill o'er hill encompassed round, A most enchanting wizard did abide, Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found. It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground ; And there a season atween June and May, Half prankt with spring, with summer half imbrowned, A listless climate made, where, sooth to say, -- No living wight could work, ne cared even for play.
Pàgina 318 - May we know what this new doctrine, whereof thou speakest, is? 20. For thou bringest certain strange things to our ears: we would know therefore what these things mean. 21. (For all the Athenians, and strangers which were there, spent their time in nothing else, but either to tell or to hear some new thing.) 22.
Pàgina 192 - ... with songs and dances from house to house, blessing the people, and gathering of money ; and boyes do singe...
Pàgina 193 - Women, and to be ledde with songes and dances from house to house, blessing the people, and gathering of money...
Pàgina 95 - ... it in the orange-box with amazing rapidity, took a second and a third and a fourth as fast as his hands could move, and the feeders could supply him, until at length the chest was filled to overflowing, and was ready to be nailed up. Two men then handed it to the carpenter, who bent over the...
Pàgina 259 - And yet my eyes are filled with tears. With earnest feeling I shall pray For thee when I am far away ; For never saw I mien or face In which more plainly I could trace Benignity and home-bred sense Ripening in perfect innocence.
Pàgina 80 - Where simple sufferers bend, in trust To win a happier hour. I love, where spreads the village lawn, Upon some knee-worn cell to gaze : Hail to the firm unmoving cross, Aloft, where pines their branches toss ! And to the chapel far withdrawn, That lurks by lonely ways ! Where'er we roam, along the brink Of Rhine, or by the sweeping Po, Through Alpine vale, or champaign wide, Whate'er we look on, at our side Be Charity ! to bid us think, And feel, if we would know.
Pàgina 349 - Inscribed, as with the silence of the thought, Upon its bleak and visionary sides, The history of many a winter storm, Or obscure records of the path of fire.