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Nature; or, The poetry of earth and sea. From the Fr. [by W.H.D. Adams].
Athénaïs Marguerite M. Michelet
Affichage du livre entier - 1872
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Page 362 - Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ! Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please. — Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way...
Page 14 - Consult the genius of the place in all ; That tells the waters or to rise or fall ; Or helps th' ambitious hill the heavens to scale, Or scoops in circling theatres the vale, Calls in the country, catches opening glades, Joins willing woods, and varies shades from shades ; Now breaks, or now directs, th' intending lines ; Paints as you plant, and as you work designs.
Page 307 - Left clamor and surprise behind. The fisherman forsook the strand, The swarthy smith took dirk and brand ; With changed cheer, the mower blithe Left in the...
Page 294 - ROUSSEAU — Voltaire — our Gibbon — and De Stael — Leman ! * these names are worthy of thy shore, Thy shore of names like these ! wert thou no more, Their memory thy remembrance would recall : To them thy banks were lovely as to all, But they have made them lovelier, for the lore Of mighty minds doth hallow in the core Of human hearts the ruin of a wall Where dwelt the wise and wondrous...
Page xx - O, who will really undertake the defense of the trees, and rescue them from senseless destruction? Who will eloquently set forth their manifold mission, and their active and incessant assistance in the regulation of the laws which rule our globe? Without them, it seems delivered over to blind destiny, which will involve it again in chaos!
Page xx - The motive powers and purificators of the atmosphere through the respiration of their foliage, avaricious collectors to the advantage of future ages of the solar heat, it is they which pacify the storm and avert its most disastrous consequences. In the low-lying plains, which have no outlet for their waters, the trees, long before the advent of man, drained the soil by their roots, forcing the stagnant waters to descend and construct at a lower depth their useful reservoirs. And now, on the abrupt...
Page 362 - Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes...
Page 362 - Lorsque le pélican, lassé d'un long voyage, Dans les brouillards du soir retourne à ses roseaux. Ses petits affamés courent sur le rivage En le voyant au loin s'abattre sur les eaux. Déjà, croyant saisir et partager leur proie, Ils courent à leur père avec des cris de joie En secouant leurs becs sur leurs goitres hideux.
Page 280 - Curs findeth it thereafter, coming downward, More snarling than their puissance demands, And turns from them disdainfully its muzzle. It goes on falling, and the more it grows, The more it finds the dogs becoming wolves, This maledict and misadventurous ditch. Descended then through many a hollow gulf, It finds the foxes so replete with fraud, They fear no cunning that may master them.
Page 362 - Sombre et silencieux, étendu sur la pierre, Partageant à ses fils ses entrailles de père, Dans son amour sublime il berce sa douleur ; Et regardant couler sa sanglante mamelle. Sur son festin de mort il s'affaisse et chancelle, Ivre de volupté, de tendresse et d'horreur.