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Page 295 - TO A homeless man, who has no spot on this wide world which he can truly call his own, there is a momentary feeling of something like independence and territorial consequence, when, after a weary day's travel, he kicks off his boots, thrusts his feet into slippers, and stretches himself before an inn fire.
Page 31 - It had attained its full growth when that monarch was on the throne (1520), so that it must now be at least 400 years old; yet it still retains all the vigour of youthful vegetation. The trunk is forty-one feet in circumference, yet the height is so majestic as to make even this enormous mass appear slender.
Page 422 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O, how canst thou renounce^ and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy,...
Page 519 - When we are in perfect health and spirits, we feel in ourselves a happiness independent of any particular outward gratification whatever, and of which we can give no account. This is an enjoyment which the Deity has annexed to life ; and it probably constitutes, in a great measure, the happiness of infants and brutes, especially of the lower and sedentary- orders of animals, as of oysters, periwinkles, and the like ; for which I have sometimes been at a loss to find out amusement.
Page 279 - A lion !" Surprised at such an exclamation, accompanied with such an act, he turned up his eyes, and with difficulty perceived, at an immeasurable height, a flight of condors soaring in circles in a particular spot. Beneath...
Page 47 - When she has in this manner hung the little chamber all round with this splendid scarlet tapestry, of which she is not sparing, but extends it even beyond the entrance, she then fills it with the pollen of flowers mixed with honey, to the height of about half an inch. In this magazine of provisions for her future progeny she lays an egg, and over it folds down the tapestry of poppy-petals from above.
Page 421 - I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Page 33 - I had said miraculous tree;) at least it was so with respect to us, who had been labouring four days through extreme heat, without receiving the least moisture, and were now almost expiring for the want of it.
Page 540 - ... within. These details could only be observed in the intervals between the great eruptions, some of which I witnessed from the boat. No words can describe their sublime grandeur; their progress...
Page 437 - And what he must be through uncounted ages. — The Child ; — we know no more of happy childhood Than happy childhood knows of wretched eld ; And all our dreams of its felicity Are incoherent as its own crude visions : We but begin to live from that fine point Which memory dwells on, with the morning star, The earliest note we heard the cuckoo sing, Or the first daisy that we ever plucked, When thoughts themselves were stars, and birds, and flowers, Pure brilliance, simplest music, wild perfume.