A Winter in the Azores: And a Summer at the Baths of the Furnas, Volumen2

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Página 304 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Página 304 - A land of beauty, virtue, valour, truth, Time-tutored age, and love-exalted youth. The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so bountiful and fair, Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air ; In every clime the magnet...
Página 135 - I chanced to espy Among the mountains ; never one like this ; So lonesome, and so perfectly secure; Not melancholy ; no, for it is green, And bright, and fertile, furnished in itself With the few needful things that life requires. In rugged arms how softly does it lie, How tenderly protected...
Página 197 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace : Even so my sun one early morn did shine With...
Página 225 - The food of hope Is meditated action ; robbed of this Her sole support, she languishes and dies. We perish also ; for we live by hope And by desire ; we see by the glad light And breathe the sweet air of futurity ; And so we live, or else we have no life.
Página 15 - There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree, There's a smile on the fruit and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea. And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray, On the leaping waters and gay young isles ; Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away.
Página 263 - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Página 193 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Página 341 - Winter season does of our own. The only advantage of Italy then is, that your penance is shorter than it would be in England ; for I repeat, that during the time it lasts, Winter is more severely felt here, than at Sidmouth, where I would even recommend an Italian invalid to repair, from November till February ; — if he could possess himself of Fortunatus's cap, to remove the difficulties of the journey.

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