Tenerife and Its Six Satellites: Or, The Canary Islands Past and Present, Količina 1M. Ward & Company, limited, 1889 - 506 strani |
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... PEAK - CAÑADAS . IX . GUIA OUR CAMP BY THE SEA X. GOMERA - SAN SEBASTIAN XI . HIERRO - VALVERDE - SABINOSA XII . EL GOLFO - EL RISCO - VALVERDE • 66 74 86 • 95 102 114 XIII SAN SEBASTIAN - NATIVE DANCES XIV . GOMERA - SAN SEBASTIAN ...
... PEAK - CAÑADAS . IX . GUIA OUR CAMP BY THE SEA X. GOMERA - SAN SEBASTIAN XI . HIERRO - VALVERDE - SABINOSA XII . EL GOLFO - EL RISCO - VALVERDE • 66 74 86 • 95 102 114 XIII SAN SEBASTIAN - NATIVE DANCES XIV . GOMERA - SAN SEBASTIAN ...
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... Peak . " To all wanderers in the Atlantic Ocean , El Pico de Teide is par excellence The Peak . At noon the doctor said , " There it is ! " A chorus of " Oh where ? " in English , Spanish , French , Portuguese , and Swedish , an ...
... Peak . " To all wanderers in the Atlantic Ocean , El Pico de Teide is par excellence The Peak . At noon the doctor said , " There it is ! " A chorus of " Oh where ? " in English , Spanish , French , Portuguese , and Swedish , an ...
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... Peak of Tenerife in Santa Cruz , except from two villages on the coast . A few photographs of Santa Cruz and the principal towns on the island completed the collection . I must say that to us this was unmixed delight , for we were thus ...
... Peak of Tenerife in Santa Cruz , except from two villages on the coast . A few photographs of Santa Cruz and the principal towns on the island completed the collection . I must say that to us this was unmixed delight , for we were thus ...
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... western side of the island . When we started in the morning , a belt of clouds jealously hid the Peak from our eyes ; and the more anxious we became to see the still invisible Monarch of the Isles , the lower and more securely the clouds.
... western side of the island . When we started in the morning , a belt of clouds jealously hid the Peak from our eyes ; and the more anxious we became to see the still invisible Monarch of the Isles , the lower and more securely the clouds.
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... Peak - it is the most suitable spot in the archipelago as a residence for foreigners . It would not be doing Orotava justice to say that it will shortly be a second Funchal , for it can easily rival , and must certainly surpass ...
... Peak - it is the most suitable spot in the archipelago as a residence for foreigners . It would not be doing Orotava justice to say that it will shortly be a second Funchal , for it can easily rival , and must certainly surpass ...
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Agaete ancient appearance archipelago Arrecife Arucas ascended barranco beautiful beneath Bethencourt blue bottom Caldera called camel Cañadas Canary Islands carretera cave cemetery church cliff cochineal colour crater cross cultivated curious descend distance English feet Firgas fonda foot Fuerteventura Galdar gofio Gomera Gran Canaria green grey Guanche Guia height Hierro hills horses houses Icod inches inhabitants isleños Isleta Laguna land Lanzarote Las Palmas lava leaves look lying maize Montaña Montaña del Fuego morning mountains mules natives palm Palmas pass path Peak Pico pine plain plaza Puerto de Orotava Punta reached ridge riding rising road rocks roof Roque round San Sebastian Santa Cruz schooner side slope Spain Spaniards Spanish standing steamer steep stones street summit Tacoronte Teguise Telde Tenerife town turned valley Vilaflor village walked wall wind women wood Yaiza yards
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Stran 198 - In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot, I hesitate to draw a line Between the two, where God has not.
Stran 323 - Imbrowned the noontide bowers : thus was this place A happy rural seat of various view ; — Groves whose rich trees wept odorous gums and balm, Others, whose fruit, burnished with golden rind, Hung amiable, Hesperian fables * true, If true, here only, and of delicious taste...
Stran 343 - Obedient to the light That shone within his soul, he went, pursuing The windings of the dell. - The rivulet Wanton and wild, through many a green ravine Beneath the forest flowed. Sometimes it fell Among the moss with hollow harmony Dark and profound. Now on the polished stones It danced; like childhood laughing as it went: Then, through the plain in tranquil wanderings crept, 500 Reflecting every herb and drooping bud That overhung its quietness.
Stran 244 - Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land: What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree! What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand!
Stran 38 - There was no heavy heat, no cold, The dwellers there wax never old, Nor wither with the waning time, But each man keeps that age he had When first he won the fairy clime. The Night falls never from on high, Nor ever burns the heat of noon. But such soft light eternally Shines, as in silver dawns of June Before the Sun hath climbed the sky!
Stran 336 - What matters the sand or the whitening chalk, The blighted herbage, the black'ning log, The crooked beak of the eagle-hawk, Or the hot red tongue of the native dog? That couch was rugged, those sextons rude, Yet, in spite of a leaden shroud, we know That the bravest and fairest are earth-worms' food, When once they've gone where we all must go.
Stran 144 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Stran 133 - On the sacred earth where the fruits rejoice, On the waters that murmur east and west On the tumbling sea with his moaning voice, For unwearied glitters the Eye of the Air, And the bright rays gleam; Then cast we our shadows of mist, and fare In our deathless shapes to glance everywhere From the height of the heaven, on the land and air, And the Ocean stream. Let us on, ye Maidens that bring the Rain, Let us gaze on Pallas...
Stran 169 - A simple dwelling, which shall be our own ; Where we will sit and talk of time and change, As the world ebbs and flows, ourselves unchanged: What can hide man from mutability?
Stran 133 - Immortal Clouds from the echoing shore Of the father of streams, from the sounding sea, Dewy and fleet, let us rise and soar. Dewy and gleaming, and fleet are we! Let us look on the tree-clad mountain crest, On the sacred earth where the fruits rejoice, On the waters that murmur east and west On the tumbling sea with his moaning voice, For unwearied glitters the Eye of the Air, And the bright rays gleam; Then cast we our shadows of mist, and fare In our deathless shapes to glance everywhere From...