Views A-foot: Or, Europe Seen with Knapsack and Staff: Pedestrian Tour in Europe |
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... plain before We had no difficulty in following it up the lesser heights , around the base . It wound on , over rock and bog , among the heather and broom with which the mountain is covered , some- times running up a steep acclivity ...
... plain before We had no difficulty in following it up the lesser heights , around the base . It wound on , over rock and bog , among the heather and broom with which the mountain is covered , some- times running up a steep acclivity ...
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... plain , from one end of which the summit shoots up abruptly , forming at the north side , a precipice 500 feet high ... plain before us , with the top of Ben Lomond at the farther end . The plain was full of wet moss , crossed in all ...
... plain , from one end of which the summit shoots up abruptly , forming at the north side , a precipice 500 feet high ... plain before us , with the top of Ben Lomond at the farther end . The plain was full of wet moss , crossed in all ...
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... plain on the top of the mountain we had ascended , was a sheet of water which we took to be Loch Ackill . Two or three wild fowl swimming on its surface were the only living things in sight . The peaks around shut it out from all view ...
... plain on the top of the mountain we had ascended , was a sheet of water which we took to be Loch Ackill . Two or three wild fowl swimming on its surface were the only living things in sight . The peaks around shut it out from all view ...
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... plain in the jaws of the Trosachs , we passed the wild , lonely valley of Glenfinlas and Lanric Mead , at the head of Loch Vennachar , rounding the foot of Ben Ledi to Coilantogle Ford . We saw the desolate hills of Uam - var over which ...
... plain in the jaws of the Trosachs , we passed the wild , lonely valley of Glenfinlas and Lanric Mead , at the head of Loch Vennachar , rounding the foot of Ben Ledi to Coilantogle Ford . We saw the desolate hills of Uam - var over which ...
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... plains of Ayrshire , which , under such a gloomy sky , looked most desolate . We ran some distance along the coast , having a view of the Hills of Arran , and reached Ayr about nine o'clock . We came first to the New Bridge , which had ...
... plains of Ayrshire , which , under such a gloomy sky , looked most desolate . We ran some distance along the coast , having a view of the Hills of Arran , and reached Ayr about nine o'clock . We came first to the New Bridge , which had ...
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Page 173 - Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear, and with a manly heart.
Page 281 - Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device, Excelsior!
Page 37 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!
Page 48 - IN the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er the town. As the summer morn was breaking, on that lofty tower I stood, And the world threw off the darkness, like the weeds of widowhood.
Page 51 - The river Rhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne; But tell me, Nymphs! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
Page 204 - The latter place better deserves its appellation than the former. The road winds between precipices of black rock, above which the thick foliage shuts o'ut the brightness of day, and gives a sombre hue to the scene.
Page 357 - As breaks the hallow'd day, And calleth with a seraph's voice A nation up to pray! Those chimes that tell a thousand tales, Sweet tales of olden time!
Page 357 - Tis to be free, No more to love or hope or fear, To join the great equality; All, all alike are humbled there. The mighty grave Wraps lord and slave; Nor pride nor poverty dares come Within that refuge-house, — the tomb. Spirit with the drooping wing And the ever-weeping eye, Thou of all earth's kings art king; Empires at thy footstool lie; Beneath thee strewed, Their multitude Sink like waves upon the shore; Storms shall never raise them more.
Page 65 - A little higher up lies a massive block of granite called the Giant's Column. It is thirty-two feet long and three to four feet in diameter, and still bears the mark of the chisel. When or by whom it was made remains a mystery. Some have supposed it was intended to be erected for the worship of the sun by the wild Teutonic tribes who inhabited this forest ; it is more probably the work of the Romans. A project was once started to erect a monument on the battlefield of Leipsic, but it was found too...
Page 297 - ONE day's walk through Rome, — how shall I describe it ? The Capitol, the Forum, St. Peter's, the Coliseum, — what few hours' ramble ever took in places so hallowed by poetry, history, and art ? It was a golden leaf in my calendar of life. In thinking over it now, and drawing out the threads of recollection from the varied web of thought I have woven to-day, I almost wonder how I dared so much at once ; but within reach of them all, how was it possible to wait ? Let me give a sketch of our day's...