Wanderings and Excursions in South Wales: With the Scenery of the River Wye. With 50 Engravings from DrawingsBohn, 1854 - 336 pàgines |
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Wanderings and Excursions in South Wales: With the Scenery of the River Wye ... Thomas Roscoe Visualització completa - 1854 |
Wanderings and Excursions in South Wales: With the Scenery of the River Wye Thomas Roscoe Visualització de fragments - 1899 |
Wanderings and Excursions in South Wales: Including the Scenery of the River Wye Thomas Roscoe Visualització de fragments - 1837 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 325 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Pàgina 144 - But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Pàgina 19 - The roar of waters!— from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set...
Pàgina 222 - While strayed my eyes o'er Towy's flood, Over mead and over wood, From house to house, from hill to hill, Till contemplation had her fill.
Pàgina 254 - Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found ! Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
Pàgina 230 - When thou thy jewels up dost bind, — that day Remember us, we pray, — That where the beryl lies And the crystal, 'bove the skies, There thou may'st appoint us place Within the brightness of thy face ; And our soul In the scroll . . Of life and blissfulness enrol, That we may praise thee to eternity.
Pàgina 296 - And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb, When all in mist the world below was lost. What dreadful pleasure ! there to stand sublime, Like shipwreck'd mariner on desert coast, And view th...
Pàgina 204 - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills! — No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
Pàgina 322 - Hodney's mountain stream. Perchance thy youth Has read with eager wonder how the Knight Of Wales in Ormandine's enchanted bower Slept the long sleep ; and, if that in thy veins Flow the pure blood of Britain, sure that blood Hath flowed with quicker impulse at the tale Of David's deeds, when through...
Pàgina 207 - STATELY the feast, and high the cheer: Girt with many an armed peer, And canopied with golden pall, Amid CILGARRAN'S castle hall, Sublime in formidable state, * And warlike splendour, Henry sate; Prepar'd to stain the briny flood Of Shannon's lakes with rebel blood.