A pedestrian tour of thirteen hundred and forty-seven miles through Wales and England, by Pedestres, and sir Clavileno Woodenpeg, knight of Snowdon, Volume 2Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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... heart is full - huzza ! yoicks ! -here we go again ! -hoc est vivere ! I am almost out of breath - let me pause- let me rest - let me take the ebullitious kettle of my spirits off the fire . Just look - the bubbles soon subside when I ...
... heart is full - huzza ! yoicks ! -here we go again ! -hoc est vivere ! I am almost out of breath - let me pause- let me rest - let me take the ebullitious kettle of my spirits off the fire . Just look - the bubbles soon subside when I ...
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... heart of stone is not so hard , but it may be melted : and what so unartificial- so unsophisticated - so congenial - so natural -and what so sweetly , and so tenderly opens the gushing fountain of sensibility , as the chasteness and ...
... heart of stone is not so hard , but it may be melted : and what so unartificial- so unsophisticated - so congenial - so natural -and what so sweetly , and so tenderly opens the gushing fountain of sensibility , as the chasteness and ...
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... heart is there on earth that something will not touch ? And what heart is there that beats , that will not be touched by nature , and beat the faster for it ? O Sterne ! come thou and speak for me . " Dear Sensibility ! source ...
... heart is there on earth that something will not touch ? And what heart is there that beats , that will not be touched by nature , and beat the faster for it ? O Sterne ! come thou and speak for me . " Dear Sensibility ! source ...
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... heart - strings- open your classic veins ! " Would you behold its wonders , enter in ! " But now mark me - before you enter , hold your noses ; for it is the dirtiest piggery I ever encountered ! Clavileno , I am becoming impatient ...
... heart - strings- open your classic veins ! " Would you behold its wonders , enter in ! " But now mark me - before you enter , hold your noses ; for it is the dirtiest piggery I ever encountered ! Clavileno , I am becoming impatient ...
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... heart he cried out , " O Clara Cleopatro- Hello - Lucretio - Venusio - Didoneissima ! " Exeter was only called Penhulgoile , which may be rendered , " The prosperous chief town in the wood , " though it was sometimes known as " The ...
... heart he cried out , " O Clara Cleopatro- Hello - Lucretio - Venusio - Didoneissima ! " Exeter was only called Penhulgoile , which may be rendered , " The prosperous chief town in the wood , " though it was sometimes known as " The ...
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Abbey Aberystwith ancient answered astonished bard beautiful Beddgelert bridge Bridgend Caernarvon Cæsar called candle Capel Curig castle CHAPTER Chepstow chwi close cottage cried delightful devil Devil's Bridge distance Dolgellau Dolgelley door druids Dulcinea England entered exclaimed eyes fancy feel feet Fidelio Gaster Gelert Gradus hand hast head heard heaven hill honour hundred Ille-ego imagine inquired instant Jingo Julius Cæsar knapsack ladies legs Llanberis Llandogo look Lord Lord Byron Lyrosus miles mountain never night Owain Cyfeiliog passed Pedestres perhaps Powys prince reader reign river road round Saxon Shakspeare side Sidmouth Sir Clavileno Snowdon soon speak stand step stone stood strange suppose sweet tell thee thing thou thought tion Tiverton told tongue took tower town true turned village Wales walk walls wander Welsh Welsh language wind woman word
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Page 7 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, . Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 33 - This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Page 240 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view; The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys, warm and low ; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky! The pleasant seat, the ruined tower, The naked rock, the shady bower ; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an ^Ethiop's arm.
Page 382 - Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found : Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
Page 225 - Lo ! Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes In variegated maze of mount and glen. Ah, me ! what hand can pencil guide, or pen, To follow half on which the eye dilates...
Page 40 - Dear sensibility! source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows! thou chainest thy martyr down upon his bed of straw and 'tis thou who lift'st him up to HEAVEN Eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy "divinity which stirs within me...
Page 189 - The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, And greedily devour the treacherous bait...
Page 15 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour, Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes...
Page 169 - THERE is in souls a sympathy with sounds, And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave. Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touched within us, and the heart replies.
Page 40 - Eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy "divinity which stirs within me" not, that in some sad and sickening moments, "my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction" mere pomp of words! but that I feel some generous joys and generous cares beyond myself all comes from thee, great great SENSORIUM of the world! which vibrates, if a hair of our heads but falls upon the ground, in the remotest desert of thy creation...