Away from home; or, Sights and scenes in other lands [by uncle Harry].

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Page 41 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Page 173 - So long as the sun shall warm the earth, let no Christian be so bold as to come to Japan ; and let all know, that the King of Spain himself, or the Christians' God, or the great God of all, if he violate this command, shall pay for it with his head.
Page 72 - The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep, The tender azure of the unruffled deep, The orange tints that gild the greenest bough, The torrents that from cliff to valley leap, The vine on high, the willow branch below, Mix'd in one mighty scene, with varied beauty glow.
Page 147 - Thus I was ; in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep departed from mine eyes.
Page 20 - Fair city, worthy of her ancient fame ! The season of her splendour is gone by, Yet everywhere its monuments remain : Temples which rear their stately heads on high, Canals that intersect the fertile plain — "Wide streets and squares, with many a court and hall, Spacious and undefaced — but ancient all.
Page 108 - Kirkstone and Fairfield are dimly looming through a medium which consists, I suppose, as much of water as of air ; the Rotha is racing at the rate of eight or nine miles an hour, and the meadows are becoming rather lake-like. Notwithstanding, I believe that every one of us, old and young, would rather be here than anywhere else in the world I thank you very heartily for your letter, and, in this precious leisure time of the holidays, I can answer it at once and without hurry. Your...
Page 69 - Ah ! little thought I, when in school I sat, A schoolboy on his bench, at early dawn Glowing with Roman story, I should live To tread the Appian, once an avenue Of monuments most glorious, palaces, Their doors sealed up and silent as the night, The dwellings of the illustrious dead...
Page 96 - Author of nature, to whose controul all her secret movements and terrifying operations are subject ; — " who looketh on the earth, and it trembleth ; who toucheth the hills, and they smoke.
Page 96 - ... again ; but the last tones were just expiring when the explosion suddenly took place. I have really no words to do justice to this magnificent spectacle, which once to behold in a lifetime is enough. It infinitely surpassed all my expectations. The waters were spouted with great power and volume ; column rising above column, as if each were bent on outstripping the others.
Page 51 - The cow-herd, posted on the highest peak, as soon as the sun has set, pours forth the first four or five notes of the Psalm, "Praise God the Lord;" the same notes are repeated from distant Alps, and all within hearing, uncovering their heads and bending their knees, repeat their evening orison, after which the cattle are penned in their stalls, and the shepherds betake themselves to rest.

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