Wanderings of a Pilgrim in the Shadow of Mont BlancWiley & Putnam, 1846 - 166 oldal |
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... masses of the mountains appear so solemn , almost like spiritual existences slowly breathing into your heart a sense of eternity . How these forms of nature brood upon the soul ! The powerful impression which they pro- duce , so deep ...
... masses of the mountains appear so solemn , almost like spiritual existences slowly breathing into your heart a sense of eternity . How these forms of nature brood upon the soul ! The powerful impression which they pro- duce , so deep ...
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... masses against the horizon - in such grand repose they shoot into the sky in bright weather in such infi- nite clearness , so pure , so flashing , that they seem never to lose the charm of a sudden and startling revelation to the mind ...
... masses against the horizon - in such grand repose they shoot into the sky in bright weather in such infi- nite clearness , so pure , so flashing , that they seem never to lose the charm of a sudden and startling revelation to the mind ...
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... of which pierces the opposing mass of error , and makes a breach , through which in rushes the whole gospel , and sweeps the field . These are the three ONLYS : The Word of God , ONLY ; The Grace of CHAP . VII . ] 41 DR . MERLE D'AUBIGNE.
... of which pierces the opposing mass of error , and makes a breach , through which in rushes the whole gospel , and sweeps the field . These are the three ONLYS : The Word of God , ONLY ; The Grace of CHAP . VII . ] 41 DR . MERLE D'AUBIGNE.
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... masses of the glacier . Meanwhile , the laughing verdure , sprinkled with flowers , plays upon the edges of the enormous masses of ice - so near , that you 58 [ CHAP . IX WANDERINGS OF A PILGRIM .
... masses of the glacier . Meanwhile , the laughing verdure , sprinkled with flowers , plays upon the edges of the enormous masses of ice - so near , that you 58 [ CHAP . IX WANDERINGS OF A PILGRIM .
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... masses of ice tumbling from the roof the Arve - cavern at the foot of the glacier ! Does it not seem , as it sullenly and heavily echoes , and rolls up from so immense a distance below , even more sublime than the thunder of the ...
... masses of ice tumbling from the roof the Arve - cavern at the foot of the glacier ! Does it not seem , as it sullenly and heavily echoes , and rolls up from so immense a distance below , even more sublime than the thunder of the ...
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69. oldal - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
128. oldal - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall. Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon, DEJECTION.
140. oldal - One song employs all nations ; and all cry, " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !" The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous hosanna round.
69. oldal - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
127. oldal - ... around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?
69. oldal - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
86. oldal - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
68. oldal - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. "Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing— there As in her natural form, swelled...
171. oldal - Ever drifting, drifting, drifting On the shifting Currents of the restless heart; Till at length in books recorded, They, like hoarded Household words, no more depart.
127. oldal - To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran, And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.