Rambles in Madeira and in Portugal in the early part of M.DCCC.XXVI [by A. Lyall].

C. & J. Rivington, 1827 - 380 pàgines

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Pàgina 93 - Oh, Sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.
Pàgina 32 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Pàgina 250 - The wilds where Ana in her native hills Collects her sister springs, and hurries on Her course melodious amid loveliest glens, With forest and with fruitage overbowered.
Pàgina 241 - Lisbon belle, when fairest, has a warmth of tone, the farthest possible remote fromfadeur or insipidity; and when shaded by thick black curls, and animated by eyes — not so large and full perhaps as those we had left at Madeira, but of a longer shape, shadowed by a richer fall of lash, and partly, perhaps, from that circumstance, more soft and intelligent in their expression, — I have sometimes been for the moment half-shaken in my allegiance to the rightful supremacy of English beauty.
Pàgina 130 - Milho, or maize, is the principal food of the lower orders, and is imported chiefly from the Mediterranean. Timber and pipe-staves are from America. The towns and villages are invariably situated on the sea-coast, and commonly at the outlet of a ravine; but where the bottom is fertile, and the surface permits, the cabins and (¡muías, or country seats, are often scattered up a considerable extent of the valley.
Pàgina 26 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them: " But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring ; A scrip with herbs and fruit.s supplied, And water from the spring. " Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Pàgina 95 - VICISSITUDE Now the golden Morn aloft Waves her dew-bespangled wing, With vermeil cheek and whisper soft She woos the tardy Spring: Till April starts, and calls around The sleeping fragrance from the ground, And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest, tenderest green.
Pàgina 305 - Cases of Incipient Phthisis . . 35. Of these there left the Island much improved, and of whom we have had good accounts . 26 Also improved but not since heard of 5...
Pàgina xiv - The nights, too, are delicious ; soft and balmy ; and with the moon walking in summer brightness, and the orange trees in flower, the air is loaded with perfume. With the departure of the Leste rain almost invariably follows. The climate, generally, is delicious, and strikes with peculiar charm to a stranger, whom a short sail has transferred to it from the very midst of the gloom and chill of an English December. Indeed the great natural distinction of Madeira is the climate, which, perhaps, taken...
Pàgina 70 - Switserland said, that in the Alpine country he had never seen anything so wonderfully sublime as this place. It is a huge valley, or rather crater, of immense depth, enclosed on all sides by a range of magnificent mountain precipices, the sides and summit of which are broken into every variety of buttress or pinnacle, — now black, and craggy, and beetling, — at other parts spread with the richest green turf, and scattered with...

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