The Idler in Italy, Volume 1H. Colburn, 1839 |
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... Mountain Fourvière - Inscription of the Altar discovered in 1705 - Marc Antony's Aqueduct - Ancient Castle of Francheville -- Silk Manufactories .... 69-76 VIENNE . - The Inn - Castle of Mont Léans - Condrieux - Its Inha- bitants ...
... Mountain Fourvière - Inscription of the Altar discovered in 1705 - Marc Antony's Aqueduct - Ancient Castle of Francheville -- Silk Manufactories .... 69-76 VIENNE . - The Inn - Castle of Mont Léans - Condrieux - Its Inha- bitants ...
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... mountains fading into distance , with occasional views of valleys , whose luxuriant fertility seems to bid defiance to the snow - capped mountains that bound the horizon , break upon the eye , exciting fresh wonder and delight . The ...
... mountains fading into distance , with occasional views of valleys , whose luxuriant fertility seems to bid defiance to the snow - capped mountains that bound the horizon , break upon the eye , exciting fresh wonder and delight . The ...
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... mountain the appearance of an immense and isolated rock , sur- rounded by a world of waters . The vapours pass from mountain to mountain with an inconceivable rapidity , assuming in their flight a thousand wild and fantastic forms , and ...
... mountain the appearance of an immense and isolated rock , sur- rounded by a world of waters . The vapours pass from mountain to mountain with an inconceivable rapidity , assuming in their flight a thousand wild and fantastic forms , and ...
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... mountains - Gibbon , the always patient in- vestigator , but not always impartial narrator , who sneered at , more frequently than he pitied , the errors he related : De Staël , the brilliant , the eloquent De Staël , whose genius ...
... mountains - Gibbon , the always patient in- vestigator , but not always impartial narrator , who sneered at , more frequently than he pitied , the errors he related : De Staël , the brilliant , the eloquent De Staël , whose genius ...
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... mountains and bright river , the dark woods and green meads , where the dead and I passed our child- hood , seemed to be again before my eyes ; and the smiling faces and dear familiar voices of those long departed were again seen and ...
... mountains and bright river , the dark woods and green meads , where the dead and I passed our child- hood , seemed to be again before my eyes ; and the smiling faces and dear familiar voices of those long departed were again seen and ...
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Page 28 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony ; And his droop'd head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 49 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Page 49 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of 11 and 12, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Page 28 - He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged?
Page 28 - He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away. He reck'd not of the life he lost, nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday.
Page 31 - The learned SMELFUNGUS travelled from Boulogne to Paris from Paris to Rome and so on but he set out with the spleen and jaundice, and every object he pass'd by was discoloured or distorted He wrote an account of them, but 'twas nothing but the account of his miserable feelings.
Page 288 - Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Page 49 - I took several turns in a berceau or covered walk of acacias which commands a prospect of the country, the lake and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene: the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all Nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind by the idea that I had taken my everlasting...
Page 139 - La vita fugge e non s' arresta un' ora; E la morte vien dietro a gran giornate; E le cose presenti e le passate Mi danno guerra, e le future ancora; E '1 rimembrar e 1' aspettar m' accora Or quinci or quindi sì, che 'n veritate, Se non eh' i' ho di me stesso pietate, I' sarei già di questi pensier fora.
Page 286 - Byron requested to be presented to me ; which led to Lord Blessington's avowing that I was in the carriage at the gate, with my sister. Byron immediately hurried out into the court, and I, who heard the sound of steps, looked through the gate, and beheld him approaching quickly towards the carriage without his hat, and considerably in advance of the other two gentlemen.