The British Switzerland; or, Picturesque rambles in the English lake district, from drawings by T. Allom, with descriptive letterpress by T. Rose, Volumen1

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Página 40 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Página 40 - And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb, When all in mist the world below was lost. What dreadful pleasure ! there to stand sublime, Like shipwreck'd mariner on desert coast, And view th...
Página 16 - The rest the winds dispersed in empty air. But now secure the painted vessel glides, The sun-beams trembling on the floating tides : While melting music steals upon the sky, And softened sounds along the waters die ; Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play, Belinda smiled, and all the world was gay.
Página 40 - And the tall steep of Silver-how, sent forth A noise of laughter ; southern Loughrigg heard, And Fairfield answered with a mountain tone ; Helvellyn far into the clear blue sky Carried the Lady's voice, — old Skiddaw blew His speaking-trumpet ; — back out of the clouds Of Glaramara southward came the voice ; And Kirkstone tossed it from his misty head.
Página 148 - With roaring sound, that ceases not to flow Like smoke along the level of the blast, In mighty current : theirs, too, is the song Of stream and headlong flood that seldom fails ; And, in the grim and breathless hour of noon, Methinks that I have heard them echo back The thunder's greeting...
Página 158 - In genial spring, beneath the quivering shade, Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead, The patient fisher takes his silent stand, Intent, his angle trembling in his hand: With looks unmoved, he hopes the scaly breed, And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed.
Página 40 - Smooth to the shelving brink a copious Flood Rolls fair, and placid ; where collected all, In one impetuous torrent, down the steep It thundering shoots, and shakes the country round.
Página 40 - Urn-like it was in shape, deep as an urn; With rocks encompassed, save that to the south Was one small opening, where a heath-clad ridge Supplied a boundary less abrupt and close: A quiet treeless nook, with two green fields, A liquid pool that glittered in the sun, And one bare dwelling; one abode, no more!
Página 139 - The western waves of ebbing day Roll'd o'er the glen their level way ; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path, in shadow hid, Round many a rocky pyramid, Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder-splintered pinnacle...
Página 16 - Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain, Here earth and water seem to strive again ; Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd, But, as the world, harmoniously confus'd : Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.

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