A Yacht Voyage to Norway, Denmark, and Sweden

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Colburn, 1849 - Scandinavia - 432 pages
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Page 181 - Set me as a seal upon thine heart, As a seal upon thine arm : For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as the grave: The coals thereof are coals of fire, Which hath a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can the floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, It would utterly be contemned.
Page 55 - Give me thy hand !' said he to the slave. The slave durst not give him the hand, but put forth an iron bar, which Holger indented with his fingers. At last he let go his hold, muttering, ' It is well ! I am glad that there are yet men in Denmark.
Page 55 - He went down, and came to a large iron door, which opened of itself, when he knocked. He found himself in a deep vault. In the centre of the ceiling hung a lamp, which was nearly burnt out; and, below, stood a huge stone table, round which some steel-clad warriors sat, resting their heads on their arms, which they had laid crossways. He who sat at the head of the table then rose up. It was Holger the Dane. But when he raised his head from...
Page 87 - IBAM * forte Via Sacra ; sicut meus est mos, Nescio quid meditans nugarum, et totus in illis : Accurrit quidam, notus mihi nomine tantum : Arreptaque manu, Quid agis, dulcissime rerum ? Suaviter, ut nunc est, inquam; et cupio omnia quae vis.
Page 206 - ... setting them for fish around the shores of their sea-girt homes. Beyond this, nowhere are seen or heard the sights or sounds of man's habitation, and, hushed in painful tranquillity and profound solitude, the interior recesses of the Fiord show no signs of life. With all their stormbeaten antiquity, gaunt and inhospitable, the skeletons of land rather than the land itself, — the grey and rugged crags — alone appear between the coppice and the short scanty grass which, ever when the wind came...
Page 204 - Cattegat ; he seems to have resolved that the opportunity offered by a fishing excursion should not be lost, and accordingly we have two pleasant little volumes relating almost all that the par'y said and did. The following extract will be read with interest. The yacht is visiting Christiania. " The smooth and glassy surface of the tideless Fiord, hemmed in by lofty mountains, stands forth the grand characteristic of Norway. The weatherbeaten rocks, rising abruptly from the water, have beauty and...
Page 318 - Norway, is the following extraordinary story:—Near the village of Sand, in Norway, lived an old woman who was constantly rowing about in the Fiord. She rowed her pram round the same circle, never deserting the spot, but whistling and chanting by turns; she kept her face turned in one direction, that she might always watch the central surface of the water. "What means that old woman?" asked R. of several men who were observing her, and, clustering round the pilot, seemed to be gathering all the...
Page 206 - ... their trunks and branches more sharply defined in the air above, than they are imaged in the watery mirror below, the transparency of the water, in no way yielding to the clearness of the atmosphere ; since, as the abruptly rising rocks tower proportionally into the air, their steep, bold sides are plunged perpendicularly into the sea, and seem to descend till the eye loses them in its green depth. Here and there the islands are inhabited by peasants ; and flocks of sheep and goats ceased, as...
Page 319 - The fisherman sunk, and was never seen or heard of more. From that morning until to-day his widow, having lost her reason, ever rows her husband's pram about the spot where he perished, in the full persuasion, which she certifies in her song, that he has gone to seek a sunken net, and in a little while will emerge again; and so she prays the crew of every vessel sailing by to stay and see the truth of what she speaks.
Page 205 - Silently, as if without a breath of wind, the cutter crept up the Gulf, the beauties of which increased the farther we advanced ; the bays — the vessels glancing among the rocks with their white sails in the sun — the cultivated patches of land — and the neat wooden farm-houses amid the desolation of the mountains, were novel and interesting objects. The great variety of the underwood, and the diversified colours of the foliage, were beautifully blended with the darker tints of the fir which...

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