A Handbook for Travellers in Switzerland, and the Alps of Savoy and PiedmontJ. Murray, 1872 - 557 Seiten |
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Airolo Alpine Alps Amsteg ancient ascended avalanches Bâle bank Baths beautiful Berne Bernese Bienne bridge Brienz called canton carriage carriage-road castle châlets Chamonix chapel church Coire crossed descends diligence Engadine excursions fall Flüelen foot forest French Freyburg Geneva glacier Glarus gorge Gothard Grimsel Grindelwald height hill horses houses Inhab Inns Interlaken Jungfrau Jura lake lake of Lucerne Lausanne Lauterbrunnen leads Linth Lucerne Martigny Meiringen miles Mont Blanc moun mountain Muotta Mürren nearly Neuchâtel pass path peaks pedestrian Pension picturesque Post precipices Railway reached Rhine Rhone Rhone Glacier ridge Rigi river road rock ROUTE Samâden Sarnen scenery Schwyz seen side Simplon slope snow Splügen Stachelberg Stat steamer steep stone stream summit Swiss Switzerland tains Thal thence Thun Tödi torrent town traveller Valais valley Vevey village walk wood zigzags Zürich
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Seite 159 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Seite 159 - And this is in the night : most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight — A portion of the tempest, and of thee ! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black — and now the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Seite 402 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains ; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Seite 159 - Now, where the swift Rhone cleaves his way between Heights which appear as lovers who have parted In hate, whose mining depths so intervene That they can meet no more, though broken-hearted!
Seite 168 - ... vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. 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 169 - And then there was a little isle, (•>) Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view ; A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Seite 160 - 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 169 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave. Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay...
Seite 399 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Seite 160 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, oh tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest?