Poetical Sketches of the South of FranceJ. Rodwell, 1831 - 119 |
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... banks , which deeply shone Reflected in the waters , flowing on Forgetful of their beauty : and I ween , No wood - nymph ever ran with such a grace , Nor step so light - not Iris through the air Glided so smooth , nor looked so bright ...
... banks , which deeply shone Reflected in the waters , flowing on Forgetful of their beauty : and I ween , No wood - nymph ever ran with such a grace , Nor step so light - not Iris through the air Glided so smooth , nor looked so bright ...
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... meadows with that natural and easy gracefulness which is inimitable by art ; while its banks are crowned with vine- yards , the higher parts of which , when I saw them , were reflected in the waters . The gracefulness of its windings.
... meadows with that natural and easy gracefulness which is inimitable by art ; while its banks are crowned with vine- yards , the higher parts of which , when I saw them , were reflected in the waters . The gracefulness of its windings.
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... banks of the Rhone ; but I never remember to have been more plea- surably affected than by the softness and serenity of this evening scene on the banks of the river Yonne . The remembrance of hours , passed among the beautiful scenes of ...
... banks of the Rhone ; but I never remember to have been more plea- surably affected than by the softness and serenity of this evening scene on the banks of the river Yonne . The remembrance of hours , passed among the beautiful scenes of ...
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... Saone , which , by a pretty fiction , is called the marriage of these two noble rivers . The banks of the Rhone , along which we drove , are very prettily planted with trees , which terminate in a sharp angle , or point of land 90 NOTES .
... Saone , which , by a pretty fiction , is called the marriage of these two noble rivers . The banks of the Rhone , along which we drove , are very prettily planted with trees , which terminate in a sharp angle , or point of land 90 NOTES .
Strona 91
... banks of the Rhone , and Valence . We travelled this stage between dinner and our resting - place ( Valence ) for the evening . The scenery is glorious . The Rhone runs at the feet of the finest mountains ; and for united boldness and ...
... banks of the Rhone , and Valence . We travelled this stage between dinner and our resting - place ( Valence ) for the evening . The scenery is glorious . The Rhone runs at the feet of the finest mountains ; and for united boldness and ...
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ancient appear Avignon beams beauty beneath blue bosom breath breeze bright brow Burial at Sea church clime clouds cork trees dark dead dear death deep dialect doth earth fade fair Faith farewell French galley slaves Gaul glorious Greek language green fields Grief hath heart heaven hill hither Hyeres Immortality Joigny La Rochepot land language light Ligurian melancholy mellow mighty mirth MOOR'S HEAD nature night noble o'er Orgon patois Petrarch Phoceans poem proud King Provence quicklime rest Rhone River Yonne road Roche Don rock rocky Roman rude ruined Samphire Saone Savoy Mountains scene scenery setting sun shine shore side sleep soft SONNET sorrow soul SOUTH OF FRANCE spirits spot stone storm stream sublime sweet tears thee thine eye thou art thought thunder Toulon trees vale vaults visited voice walls waters waves ween wild wind wing wood WRITTEN IN FRANCE
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Strona 105 - 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.
Strona 93 - Twas not for fiction chose Rousseau this spot, Peopling it with affections ; but he found It was the scene which passion must allot To the mind's purified beings ; 'twas the ground Where early Love his Psyche's zone unbound, And...
Strona 92 - 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 ; Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rage Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed : Itself expired, but leaving them an age Of years all winters, — war within themselves to wage.
Strona 60 - I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead who die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours.
Strona 92 - 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.
Strona 114 - Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass, beneath him lay In gladness and deep joy. The clouds were touched, And in their silent faces could he read Unutterable love. Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he...
Strona 103 - Moreover ye see and hear, that not alone at Ephesus, but almost throughout all Asia, this Paul hath persuaded and turned away much people, saying that they be no gods, which...
Strona 32 - With inward stillness, and a bowed mind ; When lo ! its folds far waving on the wind, I saw the train of the departing Year ! Starting from my silent sadness Then with no unholy madness Ere yet the entered cloud foreclosed my sight, I raised the impetuous song, and solemnized his flight.
Strona 59 - O'er the corse of the deaf, unconscious dead. Then they bore his remains to the vessel's side, And committed them safe to the dark blue tide : One sullen plunge. — and the scene is o'er — The sea rolled on as it rolled before. In that classical sea, whose azure vies With the green of its shore, and the blue of its skies, In some pearly cave, in some coral cell, Oh! the dead shall sleep as sweetly, as well, As if shrined in the pomp of Parian tombs, Where the cast and me south breathe their rich...
Strona 59 - With the green of its shore, and the blue of its skies, In some pearly cave, in some coral cell, Oh ! the dead shall sleep as sweetly, as well As if shrined in the pomp of Parian tombs, Where the east and the south breathe their rich perfumes. Nor forgotten shall be the humblest one, Though he sleep in the watery waste...