The Right Place: A Book of PleasuresChatto & Windus, 1924 - 224 Seiten |
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... seen , below the balconied windows of rooms at the Three Kings Hotel , where the blest , who have just come from England , are giving a sigh of content as they throw their dusty gloves down on a bed . Perhaps to lie awake , as the old ...
... seen , below the balconied windows of rooms at the Three Kings Hotel , where the blest , who have just come from England , are giving a sigh of content as they throw their dusty gloves down on a bed . Perhaps to lie awake , as the old ...
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... seen sunset and dawn from great peaks of the Alps and across several seas and over lost battles and victories - what sort of peasant slaves should we be to come full from the feast with a whine for victuals more savoury ? Away to Mrs ...
... seen sunset and dawn from great peaks of the Alps and across several seas and over lost battles and victories - what sort of peasant slaves should we be to come full from the feast with a whine for victuals more savoury ? Away to Mrs ...
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... a simple dwelling . The blessing of a small fire crowns these provisions for domestic felicity , and marvellous numbers of small persons may be seen sitting round these rude hearths , conversing with the gravity IO THE RIGHT PLACE.
... a simple dwelling . The blessing of a small fire crowns these provisions for domestic felicity , and marvellous numbers of small persons may be seen sitting round these rude hearths , conversing with the gravity IO THE RIGHT PLACE.
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... seen with the vulgar bodily eye - a mere dish of herbs - allures me more than the lordliest of Barmecide banquets , even the stalled oxen of fancy . And yet , again , there may be something in it if all actual travel , the positive ...
... seen with the vulgar bodily eye - a mere dish of herbs - allures me more than the lordliest of Barmecide banquets , even the stalled oxen of fancy . And yet , again , there may be something in it if all actual travel , the positive ...
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... seen us leap from the train at Pontarlier , Vallorbes - the very names of the junctions are tuneful and fair ; like Fontarabia , Vallombrosa , Bendemeer , they set horns blowing ; they make roses swing in your 20 Up to the Alps.
... seen us leap from the train at Pontarlier , Vallorbes - the very names of the junctions are tuneful and fair ; like Fontarabia , Vallombrosa , Bendemeer , they set horns blowing ; they make roses swing in your 20 Up to the Alps.
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Alps ancient architecture aromatists bank beauty bodily building Chamonix charm Cheshire gap coal Col de Jaman comes contour lines country house course cross dark deep delight Derby earth emotion England English Europe eyes face fall feel Forest Forest of Dean garden give happy hard heart Heaven hills Hockliffe holiday human keep kind Kinder Scout labour lake Lake of Geneva live Liverpool London look Macugnaga Manchester miles millstone grit mind Mont Blanc morning mountain never Newport Pagnell night once pass Peak Pennine perhaps person pretty railway ridge river road round seems seen sense side sight sleep slope snow sort soul spirit stand stone Stratford-on-Avon street Thames things tion to-day town train trees turn vision walk Whaley Bridge whole youth
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Seite 196 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Seite 68 - Every moment some form grows perfect in hand or face; some tone on the hills or the sea is choicer than the rest ; some mood of passion or insight or intellectual excitement is irresistibly real and attractive for us, — for that moment only.
Seite 35 - ... which broke their waves, and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled time by viewing the harmless lambs, some leaping securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves in the cheerful sun ; and saw others craving comfort from the swollen udders of their bleating dams. As I thus sat, these and other sights had so fully...
Seite 1 - Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candlelight, and fireside conversations, and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself — do these things go out with life...
Seite 102 - Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free, How shall we extol thee, Who are born of thee? Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set; God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet; God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet.
Seite 50 - Most men eddy about Here and there— eat and drink, Chatter and love and hate. Gather and squander, are raised Aloft, are hurl'd in the dust, Striving blindly, achieving Nothing; and then they die— Perish; and no one asks Who or what they have been, More than he asks what waves In the moonlit solitudes mild Of the midmost Ocean, have swell'd, Foam'd for a moment, and gone.
Seite 68 - Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself, is the end. A counted number of pulses only is given to us of a variegated, dramatic life. How may we see in them all that is to be seen in them by the finest senses? How shall we pass most swiftly from point to point, and be present always at the focus where the greatest number of vital forces unite in their purest energy?
Seite 33 - ... There the merry little hopes grow for the climber like flowers and food, immediate, prompt to prove their uses, sufficient if just within the grasp, as mortal hopes should be. How the old lax life closes in about you there ! You are the man of your faculties, nothing more. Why should a man pretend to more? We ask it wonderingly when we are healthy. Poetic rhapsodists in the vales below may tell you of the joy and grandeur of the upper regions, they cannot pluck you the medical herb. He gets that...
Seite 73 - If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work...
Seite 33 - Carry your fever to the Alps, you of minds diseased; not to sit down in sight of them ruminating, for bodily ease and comfort will trick the soul and set you measuring our lean humanity against yonder sublime and infinite; but mount, rack the limbs, wrestle it out among the peaks; taste danger, sweat, earn rest; learn to discover ungrudgingly that haggard fatigue is the fair vision you have run to earth, and that rest is your uttermost reward. Would you know what it is to hope again, and have all...