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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... miles from the Lizard in dark indigo water , of so massive a look that one can readily believe it to be un- fathomable ; our north - easter has forsaken us , the sun is hazy and " looks sick , " and a gale which was foretold is now ...
... miles from the Lizard in dark indigo water , of so massive a look that one can readily believe it to be un- fathomable ; our north - easter has forsaken us , the sun is hazy and " looks sick , " and a gale which was foretold is now ...
Pàgina 15
... faint colours of distant green fields and fallow grounds . When about twenty or thirty miles from the north - eastern end of the Island of St. Michael's , the view was by contrast 16 ST . MICHAEL'S . grand and stupendous . We.
... faint colours of distant green fields and fallow grounds . When about twenty or thirty miles from the north - eastern end of the Island of St. Michael's , the view was by contrast 16 ST . MICHAEL'S . grand and stupendous . We.
Pàgina 39
... miles of , London , should make any shoes , galoges , or botes with any pike longer than two inches , or sell any on a Sunday , or on that day , " putt , sette , or doo uppon any mannes fete or legges any shoes , botes , or galoges ...
... miles of , London , should make any shoes , galoges , or botes with any pike longer than two inches , or sell any on a Sunday , or on that day , " putt , sette , or doo uppon any mannes fete or legges any shoes , botes , or galoges ...
Pàgina 48
... miles into the country through the eternal lanes of stone walls , and at last came to one of the conical hills that abound in the neighbourhood of Ponta Delgada . Here we sat , and though Christmas is approaching and the wind blows from ...
... miles into the country through the eternal lanes of stone walls , and at last came to one of the conical hills that abound in the neighbourhood of Ponta Delgada . Here we sat , and though Christmas is approaching and the wind blows from ...
Pàgina 55
... miles , which took us three hours to accomplish . The saddles are thick pads , with a wooden frame strapped upon them , consisting of two wooden bars placed cross - wise behind and before , and connected by two other bars running length ...
... miles , which took us three hours to accomplish . The saddles are thick pads , with a wooden frame strapped upon them , consisting of two wooden bars placed cross - wise behind and before , and connected by two other bars running length ...
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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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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.