The Pilgrim in the Shadow of the Jungfrau Alp

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Wiley, 1848 - 214 páginas
 

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Página 10 - 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.
Página 88 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 10 - 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!

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