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Page 194 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Page 165 - Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers. For what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? And what communion hath light with darkness? And what concord hath Christ with Belial? Or what part hath he that believeth with an infidel?
Page 146 - Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now...
Page 254 - Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 145 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 44 - The guards insisted. They raised their voices, and seemed to wish to call on others to assist them. " Perhaps this was the most terrible moment of this most dreadful morning. Another instant, and the best of Kings would have received from his rebellious subjects indignities too horrid to mention — indignities that would have been to him more insupportable than death. Such was the feeling expressed on his countenance. Turning towards me, he looked at me steadily, as if to ask my advice. Alas ! it...
Page 45 - I heard him pronounce distinctly these memorable words. — ' / die innocent of all the crimes laid to my charge. I pardon those who have occasioned my death, and I pray to God that the blood you are now going to shed may never be visited on France.
Page 79 - Many walk, of whom I have told you often, and now tell you even weeping, that they are the enemies of the cross of Christ; whose end is destruction, whose God is their belly ; whose glory is in their shame, who mind earthly things.'1 I wish there were 1 Phil.
Page 43 - As soon as the king had left the carriage, three guards surrounded him, and would have taken off his clothes ; but he repulsed them with haughtiness : he undressed himself, untied his neckcloth, opened his shirt, and arranged it himself. The guards, whom the determined countenance of the king had for a moment disconcerted, seemed to recover their audacity. They surrounded him again, and would have seized his hands. " What are you attempting ?" said the king, drawing back his hands. " To bind you,
Page 88 - ... Paris, in some measure identified with them ; even the public amusements of the capital tend to the improvement of the mind, and the advance of civilization. The metropolis is naturally salubrious, and the purity of its atmosphere may be at once ascertained by viewing it from an elevated situation. How unlike the view from the top of St. Paul's in London, with its canopy of fogs and clouds, and its sickly sunbeams ! There, every building is blackened with smoke, and the eye looks down upon darkening...