Pictures of Nuremberg; and Rambles in the Hills and Valleys of Franconia, Količina 2R. Bentley, 1850 |
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already amidst amongst ancient appeared approach Arnoldi beautiful bread and salt breakfast burghers BURLINGTON STREET called castle caves charmed Christiania church dark delight dream Ebermannstadt Eisenach eyes feet Fichtelgebirge fish Forchheim forest Franconia Franconian Switzerland gentle German gray Gray-coat grayling green halberdier hand head heart heaven Herzbruck hills honour HORACE WALPOLE hour inhabitants interesting Kleinsdraitle light little town look Ludwig maiden Margrave morning mountain Muggendorf neighbouring never night Norway Nuremberg once ornaments ourselves peace peasant Pegnitz perhaps picturesque poetry post 8vo present quarters ramble recollections repose RICHARD BENTLEY river rock ruin scarcely scenery seems shadow side sleep soft sounds stalactite stalagmite stone stood stream Streitberg thee thou thought tion towers trainbands trees troops trout valley Velden village voice vols Waldstromer walk walls warden Wartburg whole wild wind wirth wood yonder
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Stran 194 - Fairy's page, As merry and no taller, dances still, Nor wrinkles the smooth surface of the Fount. Here twilight is and coolness : here is moss, A soft seat, and a deep and ample shade. Thou may'st toil far and find no second tree. Drink, Pilgrim, here ; Here rest ! and if thy heart Be innocent, here too shalt thou refresh Thy Spirit, listening to some gentle sound, Or passing gale or hum of murmuring bees ! A TOMBLESS EPITAPH.
Stran 72 - Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose ! Can Passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.
Stran 71 - Oft did the cliffs reverberate the sound Of parted fragments tumbling from on high; And from the summit of that craggy mound The perching eagle oft was heard to cry, Or on resounding wings to shoot athwart the sky.
Stran 301 - Only their names and deeds will stand outwritten — immortalized in that dread history for whose blood-stained pages they themselves have supplied the materials. But hold, my fancy ! whither wilt thou run ? Said I not rightly that thinking will oftentimes embitter the hours of life ? Ay, even to the shaming of one's " humanity." To be sure the fruitful text was, in this case, one full of fatality, and that which first introduced sin and sorrow into the world, could hardly be expected to afford any...