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Seite 158 - 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!
Seite 109 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction : once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Seite 133 - Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar— for 'twas trod Until his very steps have left a trace, Worn as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Seite 134 - Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love, Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in love ; the snows above The very glaciers have his colours caught, And sunset into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly...
Seite 164 - GIRT round with rugged mountains The fair Lake Constance lies ; In her blue heart reflected, Shine back the starry skies ; And watching each white cloudlet Float silently and slow, You think a piece of Heaven Lies on our earth below ! Midnight is there : and silence Enthroned in Heaven, looks down Upon her own calm mirror, Upon a sleeping town : For Bregenz, that quaint city Upon the Tyrol shore, Has stood above Lake Constance, A thousand years and more. Her battlements and towers...
Seite 172 - Stand for half an hour beside the fall of Schaffhausen, on the north side, where the rapids are long, and watch how the vault of water first bends unbroken, in pure polished velocity, over the arching rocks at the brow of the cataract, covering them with a dome of crystal twenty feet thick, so swift that its motion is unseen except when a foam globe from above darts over it like a falling star; and how the trees are lighted above it under all their leaves,* at the instant that it breaks into foam...
Seite 242 - INSTEAD of charging rates higher than are necessary, and returning the excess in the shape of periodical Bonuses, it gives from the first as large an Assurance as the Premiums will with safety bear — reserving the WHOLE SURPLUS for those members (a majority of the whole) who have lived long enough to secure the Common Fund from loss.
Seite 109 - Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face, The mirror where the stars and mountains view The stillness of their aspect in each trace Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue...
Seite 113 - God, the first-born of every creature; for in him were all things created in heaven, and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones, or dominations, or principalities, or powers, all things were created by him and in him, and he is before all, and in him all things consist.
Seite 217 - The book is of engrossing interest, and the reader will be astonished, as he lays it down, to find that he has been able to get so much entertainment and instruction from the personal adventures of a tortoise.' — Inverness Courier. 8. On Holy Ground ; or, Scenes and Incidents in the Land of Promise. By EDWIN HODDER, Author of ' Memories of New Zealand Life,' ' The Junior Clerk,