The Philosophy of Nature; Or, The Influence of Scenery on the Mind and Heart, 2. köideJ. Murray, 1813 - 340 pages |
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... spot or behold the scenes , which once were the objects of our mutual admiration . - If , divided by distance , the lover indulges reveries of felicity among grand or beautiful scenery , the image of his mistress is immediately ...
... spot or behold the scenes , which once were the objects of our mutual admiration . - If , divided by distance , the lover indulges reveries of felicity among grand or beautiful scenery , the image of his mistress is immediately ...
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... spots , to raise our wonder and exalt our gratitude . - In common landscapes , however , she permits herself princi- pally to be embellished by the art and industry of man . Hence arise the impressions , which we derive from various ...
... spots , to raise our wonder and exalt our gratitude . - In common landscapes , however , she permits herself princi- pally to be embellished by the art and industry of man . Hence arise the impressions , which we derive from various ...
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... spots , which the wise and the good have sanctified by their preference , and who , that de- lights to stand , where the battles of former ages have been fought , would not , were fortune to present the opportunity , be the admiration ...
... spots , which the wise and the good have sanctified by their preference , and who , that de- lights to stand , where the battles of former ages have been fought , would not , were fortune to present the opportunity , be the admiration ...
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... spot ! Grongar ! in whose mossy cells , Sweetly musing quiet dwells : Grongar ! in whose silent shade , For the modest muses made , So oft I have at evening still , At the fountain of a rill , Sate upon a flowery bed , With my hand ...
... spot ! Grongar ! in whose mossy cells , Sweetly musing quiet dwells : Grongar ! in whose silent shade , For the modest muses made , So oft I have at evening still , At the fountain of a rill , Sate upon a flowery bed , With my hand ...
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... Italy.- They were all erected in such beautiful situa- tions , that he was induced to call them " the eyes of Italy . " - His retreat at Tusculum was , how- * Note 12 . ever , his favourite residence . - This spot was 47 .
... Italy.- They were all erected in such beautiful situa- tions , that he was induced to call them " the eyes of Italy . " - His retreat at Tusculum was , how- * Note 12 . ever , his favourite residence . - This spot was 47 .
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Page 91 - When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm.
Page 66 - After laying down my pen. I took several turns in a berceau or covered walk of acacias which commands a prospect of the country, the lake and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene: the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all Nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame.
Page 66 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Page 169 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose ; Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower and darkens every green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 101 - Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise ? The Man of Ross, each lisping babe replies.
Page 90 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave; but thou thyself movest alone. Who can be a companion of thy course ? The oaks of the mountains fall; the mountains themselves decay with...
Page 266 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies...
Page 247 - Fir'd at first sight with what the Muse imparts, In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts, While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind : But more...
Page 152 - On this mount he appear'd; under this tree Stood visible ; among these pines his voice I heard; here with him at this fountain talk'd...