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... mountains away south of Vesuvius . All distant views were shut out by sterile volcanic heights . A mountain - stream raved beneath its walls , and eagles screamed about its turrets . I had been sent to this place at so tender an age as ...
... mountains away south of Vesuvius . All distant views were shut out by sterile volcanic heights . A mountain - stream raved beneath its walls , and eagles screamed about its turrets . I had been sent to this place at so tender an age as ...
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... mountain's thunders , whose low bellowing made the walls of our convent vibrate . One of the monks had been a painter , but had retired from the world , and embraced this dismal life in expiation of some crime . He was a melancholy man ...
... mountain's thunders , whose low bellowing made the walls of our convent vibrate . One of the monks had been a painter , but had retired from the world , and embraced this dismal life in expiation of some crime . He was a melancholy man ...
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... mountains , emerged upon the voluptuous landscape that spreads itself about the Bay of Na- ples . Heavens ! how transported was I , when I stretched my gaze over a vast reach of delicious sunny country , gay with groves and vineyards ...
... mountains , emerged upon the voluptuous landscape that spreads itself about the Bay of Na- ples . Heavens ! how transported was I , when I stretched my gaze over a vast reach of delicious sunny country , gay with groves and vineyards ...
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... mountain echoes , evermore calling me rom my repose at night , my pencil by day , to attend to some edious and mechanical ceremony of devotion . I was not of a nature to meditate long without putting my thoughts into action . My spirit ...
... mountain echoes , evermore calling me rom my repose at night , my pencil by day , to attend to some edious and mechanical ceremony of devotion . I was not of a nature to meditate long without putting my thoughts into action . My spirit ...
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... mountains , and indeed to hold a secret correspondence with them . The solitary watchtowers , erected here and there along the coast , speak of pirates and corsairs that hover about these shores ; while the low huts , as stations for ...
... mountains , and indeed to hold a secret correspondence with them . The solitary watchtowers , erected here and there along the coast , speak of pirates and corsairs that hover about these shores ; while the low huts , as stations for ...
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Página 161 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 230 - ... true sympathy; how few love us for ourselves; how few will befriend us in our misfortunes; then it is that we think of the mother we have lost. It is true I had always loved my mother, even in my most heedless days; but I felt how inconsiderate and ineffectual had been my love. My heart melted as I retraced the days of infancy, when I was led by a mother's hand, and rocked to sleep in a mother's arms, and was without care or sorrow. "O my mother!
Página 363 - Now I remember those old women's words, Who in my wealth would tell me winter's tales, And speak of spirits and ghosts that glide by night About the place where treasure hath been hid...
Página xi - There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in travelling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.