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... soon reach , therefore , the impressions of the preceding spring and winter ; but the same progress into the ground brings us back to the temper- atures of the autumn and of the summer . Still lower , all the va- rious fluctuations of ...
... soon reach , therefore , the impressions of the preceding spring and winter ; but the same progress into the ground brings us back to the temper- atures of the autumn and of the summer . Still lower , all the va- rious fluctuations of ...
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... soon freezes , and every successive year supplies an addition- al investing crust , till , after the lapse perhaps of several centu- ries , the icy mass rises at last to the size and aspect of a moun- tain , commensurate with the ...
... soon freezes , and every successive year supplies an addition- al investing crust , till , after the lapse perhaps of several centu- ries , the icy mass rises at last to the size and aspect of a moun- tain , commensurate with the ...
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... soon cooled down to the limit at which congelation commences . About the end of July , or the begin- ning of August , a sheet of ice in the space of a single night is formed , perhaps an inch thick . The frost now maintains a- scendency ...
... soon cooled down to the limit at which congelation commences . About the end of July , or the begin- ning of August , a sheet of ice in the space of a single night is formed , perhaps an inch thick . The frost now maintains a- scendency ...
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... soon succeed , since it is always the ef- fect , and not the cause , of the disposition of the atmosphere , which it really serves to temper . We should be guilty of the most vicious reasoning in a circle , if we maintained B2 1813 . 19 ...
... soon succeed , since it is always the ef- fect , and not the cause , of the disposition of the atmosphere , which it really serves to temper . We should be guilty of the most vicious reasoning in a circle , if we maintained B2 1813 . 19 ...
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... soon died in exile , leaving his wealth and his restless spirit to his son Eric Raude , or the Red . This youth , actuated by the same vengeful passions , killed one of his neighbours in a com- bat , and was obliged to withdraw himself ...
... soon died in exile , leaving his wealth and his restless spirit to his son Eric Raude , or the Red . This youth , actuated by the same vengeful passions , killed one of his neighbours in a com- bat , and was obliged to withdraw himself ...
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Стр. 116 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Стр. 101 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, — Where the Day joins the past Eternity, While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Стр. 115 - Dark-heaving — boundless, endless and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Стр. 107 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald; — how profound The gulf! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Стр. 107 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Стр. 192 - Party is a body of men united, for promoting by their joint endeavours the national interest, upon some particular principle in which they are all agreed.
Стр. 115 - The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him...
Стр. 114 - It will not bear the brightness of the day, Which streams too much on all years, man, have reft away.
Стр. 116 - Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell...
Стр. 109 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.