Pictures in Tyrol and Elsewhere: From a Family Sketch-bookLongmans, Green, and Company, 1867 - 313 oldal |
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Alps amongst arête ascent Austrian beautiful Berchtesgaden Bormio breakfast carriage Catarina châlets charm clouds cold colour companions couloir cross dark débris delight descending drive drove Engadine English feet flowers foot Forno fresh Gampenhöfe glacier Gmunden Gomagoi grass green guides Hallstadt halted head height Herr hills horses houses Innsbruck Ischl Italian Joch journey Kellnerin Königsspitze light looked Lyskamm Macugnaga mass millimetres Monte Monte Rosa morning mountain névé night o'clock once Oneglia Orteler Orteler Spitze Ortler ourselves party passed path peaks Piz Bernina pleasant Pontresina poor reached rest ridge road rocks round route Salzkammergut Santa Catarina side Signalkuppe sketch sleep slopes snow soft Spitze spring steep Stelvio stones stood Sulden Sulden Thal Suldenthal summit sunshine sweet Tabaretta Thal Trafoi Traun travellers trees Tyrol valley viâ village Viso walk watched weather whilst wind Wirthin wonderful wood Zebru Zermatt
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51. oldal - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
185. oldal - Where through the summer stream doth pass, In chain of shallow, and still pool, From misty morn to evening cool; Where the black ivy creeps and twines O'er the dark-armed, red-trunked pines, Whence clattering the pigeon flits, Or, brooding o'er her thin eggs, sits, And every hollow of the hills With echoing song the mavis fills.
125. oldal - ST. AGNES' Eve! — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
102. oldal - Every one knows there is but a step from the sublime to the ridiculous, and this every one must have experienced who has made the usual descent from Vesuvius.
255. oldal - ... Like a fallen star upon so high a point, You wonder what can keep it in its place From sliding headlong with the waterfalls Which powder all the myrtle and orange groves With spray of silver. Thus my Italy Was stealing on us. Genoa broke with day, The Doria's long pale palace striking out, From green hills in advance of the white town, A marble finger dominant to ships, Seen glimmering through the uncertain gray of dawn. And then I did not think, "my Italy,
87. oldal - ... summer evening, the two ladies and he were seated under the porch of the Mermaid's Lodge, looking at the sun that was just sinking beyond the western ocean. Nor moon nor stars were out: They did not dare to tread so soon about, Though trembling in the footsteps of the sun. The light was neither night nor day's, but one Which life-like had a beauty in its doubt ; And Silence's impassioned breathings round Seemed wandering into sound.
71. oldal - Selwyn, their pastor, will be found in the first volume of the second series of the Collections of the New York Historical Society.
148. oldal - Gentlemen to the front,' and with hands and knees and axes they literally pounded the snow hard. It was strange to see how lightly guides and mountaineers walked over the yielding surface, which seemed much less affected by their greater weight than where ladies attempted to try the same path ; by long practice they have acquired a perfect balance, which is, I imagine, the real secret of walking on snow successfully. We reached the final plateau, which is...
76. oldal - The dark pine- woods clothe the sides of the hill«, and every where there is a soft veil of greenery where larch and beech put out their golden buds and light up the spaces between the fir-shadows like veritable sunshine. The still deep lakes of Tyrol, very small for the most part, have wonderful colours in their depths — emerald and ultramarine and gorgeous purple, as though Here loved them, and had made them beautiful with reflections from peacocks' wings and breasts unseen by mortals ; or possibly...