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Alps amidst avalanches beautiful become beneath bridge called Canton CHAPTER Church clear clouds comes cross dark death deep depths earth enter eternal face faith fall feeling feet fire give glacier glory God's gorge grand gulf half hand heart heaven human hundred interest Italy Lake language leave liberty light living look masses miles mind morning mountain nature never night once pass path peaks perhaps Poet religion religious rest ridge rise river rock scene scenery seems seen shining side sight snow snowy sometimes soul sound spirit stand stars step streams sublimity summit Swiss Switzerland tell things thought thousand thunder traveller truth turn vale valley vast village voice walk whole wild winding
Стр. 8 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction : once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Стр. 144 - And Abraham gat up early in the morning to the place where he stood before the LORD : and he looked toward Sodom and Gomorrah, and toward all the land of the plain, and beheld, and, lo, the smoke of the country went up as the smoke of a furnace.
Стр. 66 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Стр. 68 - A ray of heavenly light gilding all forms Terrestrial, in the vast and the minute, The unambiguous footsteps of the God Who gives its lustre to an insect's wing, And wheels his throne upon the rolling worlds.
Стр. 90 - Unless thou shew to us thine own true way No man can find it: Father! thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind...
Стр. 158 - There was a prince of old At Salem dwelt, who lived with good increase Of flock and fold. He sweetly lived ; yet sweetness did not save His life from foes. But after death out of his grave There sprang twelve stalks of wheat: Which many wondering at, got some of those To plant and set.
Стр. 93 - And if some traveller, weary of his road, Hath slept since noon-tide on the grassy ground, Ye Genii ! to his covert speed ; And wake him with such gentle heed As may attune his soul to meet the dower Bestowed on this transcendent hour...
Стр. 158 - PEACE. SWEET Peace, where dost thou dwell ? I humbly crave, Let me once know. I sought thee in a secret cave, And ask'd, if Peace were there. A hollow wind did seem to answer, No : Go seek elsewhere.
Стр. 3 - Even be it so ; yet still among your tribe, Our daily world's true Worldlings, rank not me ! Children are blest, and powerful; their world lies More justly balanced ; partly at their feet, And part far from them : sweetest melodies Are those that are by distance made more sweet; Whose mind is but the mind of his own eyes, He is a slave; the meanest we can meet!