Views A-foot: Or, Europe Seen with Knapsack and Staff, Part 2

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Wiley and Putnam, 1847 - Europe
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p. 212 Torchlight funeral in Heidleberg 1847;

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Page 303 - Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device, Excelsior!
Page 189 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Page 324 - The mind with in its most unearthly mood, When each conception was a heavenly guest A ray of immortality — and stood, Starlike, around, until they gathered to a god!
Page 221 - Biilach, those tall and stately trees, with velvet down upon their shining leaves and rustic benches underneath their overhanging eaves ! A leafy dwelling, fit to be the home of elf or fairy, where first I told my love to thee, thou cold and stately Hermione ! A little peasant girl stood near, and listened all the while, with eyes of wonder and delight, and an unconscious smile, to hear the stranger...
Page 328 - While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall ; And when Rome falls— the World.
Page 321 - I passed the obelisk, went up the long ascent, crossed the portico, pushed aside the heavy leathern curtain at the entrance, and stood in the great nave. I need not describe my feelings at the sight, but I will give the dimensions, and the reader may then fancy what they were. Before me was a marble plain...
Page 288 - The spring may here with autumn twine, And both combined may rule the year, And fresh-blown flowers and racy wine In frosted clusters still be near — Dearer the wild and snowy hills, Where hale and ruddy freedom smiles.
Page 215 - It is a grand, gloomy old pile, dating back from the eleventh century — one of the few Gothic churches in Germany that have ever been completed. The tower of beautiful fretwork rises to the height of three hundred and ninety-five feet, and the body of the church, including the choir, is of the same length. The interior is solemn and majestic. Windows stained in colors that burn let in a "dim religious light" which accords very well with the dark old pillars and antique shrines.
Page 322 - ... the four immense pillars on which it rests are each one hundred and thirty-seven feet in circumference ! It seems as if human art had outdone itself in producing this temple — the grandest which the world ever erected for the worship of the Living, God ! The awe I felt in looking up at the colossal arch of marble and gold, did not humble me ; on the contrary, I felt exalted, ennobled — beings in the form I wore planned the glorious edifice, and it seemed that in godlike power and perseverance,...
Page 219 - Forest were spread below us, and the sun sank through golden mist towards the Alsatian hills. Afar to the south, through cloud and storm, we could just trace the white outline of the Swiss Alps. The wind swept through the pines around, and bent the long yellow grass among which we sat, with a strange, mournful sound, well suiting the gloomy and mysterious region. It soon grew cold, the golden clouds settled down towards us, and we made haste to descend to the village of Lcnzkirch before dark.

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