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...d, in his own idea, desecrate the word by doing so. His home is across the blue waters, in the little northern island, which perhaps he may visit no m... ... life every day, the manufacture of endless baby- linen and the packing of mountains of clothes does not give an idea of much pleasurable excitement; ... ... had quite broken, in order that they might breakfast on the summit of the ridge which separates the two oceans. At this spot the good road comes to a... ...passed in the saddle seemed to be end- less. Their descent began from that ridge of which I have spoken, and they had no sooner turned their faces dow... ...slope of a mountain which seemed to fall from the very top of that central ridge in an unbroken descent down to the valley at its foot. Hitherto, sinc... ... their collected waters as though it had not rained for months among those mountains. Not that it came in big drops, or with the violence which wind c... ...as he, with a huge shaggy beard, and shaggy uncombed hair, but with bright blue eyes, which gave to his face a remarkable look of sweetness. He was an...

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...ology to be able to enter into such feelings as ours. Grauben was a lovely blue-eyed blonde, rather given to gravity and seriousness; but that did not... ... heaved up into little monticules, it became oxydized and formed miniature mountains; a crater broke open at one of its summits; the eruption took pla... ...ing to hide the curiosity was flashing out of his eyes. “Oh, yes; how many mountains, glaciers, and volcanoes there are to study, which are as yet but... ... ingenuous face, seemed to me very intelligent; they were of a dreamy sea- blue. Long hair, which would have been called red even in England, fell in ... ...w, concentrating the vague light, glittered upon the slopes of the distant mountains; cer- tain peaks, boldly uprising, passed through the grey clouds... ...ion of those flock-like summits. The eye could hardly tell where the snowy ridges ended and the foaming waves began. I was thus steeped in the marvell... ...hore. “Here is the tide rising,” I cried. “Yes, Axel; and judging by these ridges of foam, you may observe that the sea will rise about twelve feet.” ... ...g cold with unspeakable terror. The fireball, half of it white, half azure blue, and the size of a ten-inch shell, moved slowly about the raft, but re... ...this scattered with stony fragments, boulders rounded by water action, and ridged up in successive lines. I was there- fore led to the conclusion that...

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...ces, and would have tripped up those who failed to observe the hollows and ridges of this singular floor- ing. The dusty walls exhibited a curious mos... ...rity. He never relinquished his peddler’s costume,—thick, hobnailed shoes; blue stockings knit by his wife and hidden by leather gaiters; bottle-green... ...In the summer season she was feted with bouquets kept fresh in tumblers of blue glass; this was par- ticularly the case after the birth of V eronique.... ...of her choice, which was never extravagant. Veronique was satisfied with a blue silk gown for Sundays and fete-days, and on working-days she wore meri... ...out herbage, hemmed in on the horizon by the summits of the Correze. These mountains have neither the abrupt rise of the Alpine ranges nor their splen... ...tains have neither the abrupt rise of the Alpine ranges nor their splendid ridges; neither the warm gorges and deso- late peaks of the Appenines, nor ... ...by the charming valleys of La Marche, then by Auvergne, and bounded by the mountains of the Correze, is like (agriculture apart) the plateau of La Bea... ..., rises, at a distance of about three miles, the first peak of the Correze mountains. The space between is covered by the great forest of Montegnac, w... ...d on each pyramidal slope of these roofs crowned at the top with the sharp ridge of a platform surrounded with a wrought iron railing, is another wind...

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...agic–such magic as men practised over yonder behind the Museum, in the big blue and white Jadoo Gher–the Magic House, as we name the Masonic Lodge. It... ...ing his choice. Up flew Kim’s hard little heel and caught him on his moist blue nose. He snorted indignantly , and walked away across the tram rails, ... ...to separate carriages. ‘Oh, mother of my son, we can make space,’ said the blueturbaned husband. ‘Pick up the child. It is a holy man, see’st thou?’ ‘... ...help them at the Pirzai Kotal in the face of eight Afridi standards on the ridge not three months gone.’ He told the story of a Border action in which... ...caught were in an unknown tongue, for they spoke some common speech of the mountains. The woman seemed to ask questions which the lama turned over in ... ... other Sahibs. ‘Yes, and thou must learn how to make pictures of roads and mountains and rivers to carry these pictures in thine eye till a suitable ... ...on a piece of soft native paper. From Balkh to Bombay men know that rough ridged print with the old scar running diagonally across it. ‘That is enoug... ... star stabbing bowsprit merges – The orderly clouds of the T rades and the ridged roaring sap phire thereunder – Unheralded cliff lurking flaws and ... ...pling narrow hill roads. Day after day they struck deeper into the huddled mountains, and day after day Kim watched the lama return to a man’s strengt...

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...ked from the sea and shut off from the land by the pre- cipitous slopes of mountains, it was difficult to be- lieve in the existence of any neighbourh... ...ng it made an opaque ring of earth floating in an emptiness of transparent blue. The hills, purple and arid, stood out heavily on the sky: their summi... ...rs in their laps, sat un- der the wide-spreading boughs of a big tree. The blue smoke of wood fires spread in a thin mist above the high-pitched roofs... ...ked back once. Before sunset the growl- ing clouds carried with a rush the ridge of hills, and came tumbling down the inner slopes. Everything disappe... ... and black from the shore, glided along the silver plain and over into the blue of the sea. “Thrice Matara, standing by my side, called aloud her name... ...is a slave. The rulers live under the edge of a foreign sword. We ascended mountains, we traversed valleys; at sun- set we entered villages. We asked ... ...lder. I was kneeling and I was firm— firmer than the trees, the rocks, the mountains. But in front of the steady long barrel the fields, the house, th... ... long impatient arms of strange rivulets that ran towards the land between ridges of sand. Under the night the pools grew bigger with mysterious rapid...

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... We will make merry in that pleasant bower. Till the foundations of the mountains fail My mansion with its arbour shall endure, —The joy of the... ... long look of wonder, and at last, Risen from his seat, beside the snowy ridge Of carded wool—which the old Man had piled He laid his implements... ...uding poem of a series of pastorals, the scene of which was laid among the mountains of Cumberland and Westmoreland. I men- tion this to apologise for... ... so had fared Through twenty seasons; but he had been rear’d Among the mountains, and he in his heart Was half a Shepherd on the stormy seas. ... ...Tis a common case, We’ll take another: who is he that lies Beneath yon ridge, the last of those three graves;— It touches on that piece of nativ... ...ife and death his blood freezes and thaws, And his two pretty pinions of blue dusky gauze Are glued to his sides by the frost. No Brother, no Fr... ... On the slopes of the pastures all colours were seen, With their comely blue aprons and caps white as snow, The girls on the hills made a holiday... ...d habitual sight Of fields with rural works, of hill and dale, And the blue sky, one little span of earth Is all his prospect. Thus, from day to...

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...that soft rainy climate, on that wild-wooded rocky coast, with its gnarled mountains and green silent val- leys, with its seething rain-storms and man... ... earliest scene of it, had faded away from him: Bute also, with its shaggy mountains, moaning woods, and summer and winter seas, had been wholly a dis... ...ng only one range of moun- tains to it, if even one: certainly the central Mountains of Wales do gradually rise, in a miscellaneous manner, on the nor... ...in this new scene. Old steel- gray heads, many of them; the shaggy, thick, blue-black hair of others struck you; their brown complexion, dusky look of... ... ahead of you as background,—as back- curtain, blotting out only half your blue hemisphere with dust and smoke. On the right, you had the continuous g... ...ines and patches of vegetables. When you pass through, or over the central ridge, and get towards the North, there are woods of trees, of the laurel k... ...nd narrow ravines with small streams at the bottom; the basaltic knobs and ridges on the summits; and the perpetual play of mist and cloud around them... ...n short every way a very human, lovable, good and nimble man,—the laughing blue eyes of him, the clear cheery soul of him, still redolent of the fresh... ...bysmal gorges, one sees two torrents dashing to- gether, the precipice and ridge on one side, pitch-black with shade; and that on the other all flamin...

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...nd General San Martin’s chair and looked proudly at us all. He had a round blue cap edged with silver braid on his head, and we all could see a large ... ...began by sending his wife with the little girl across the Pequeña range of mountains, on the frontier of Mendoza. XI “NOW CARRERAS, under the guise of... ... had passed me on their advance I got up and rejoined Gaspar Ruiz on a low ridge which jutted out upon the plain. The musketry of his own men had cove... ...ed almost to pity by the sight of this powerless strong man sitting on the ridge, indifferent to sun, to rain, to cold, to wind; with his hands claspe... ... as if for another assault. Their lines stood ranged in the shadows of the mountains. On the plain in front of the fort gate I saw a group of men sway... ...e I saw a group of men swaying about in the same place. “I walked down the ridge disregarded. The moon- light in the clear air of the uplands was brig... ...him but his short, white side-whiskers. Yards and yards of extra superfine blue cloth (made up into an overcoat) reposed on a chair by his side. And h... ...oseph Conrad rain, or spray, or sun, or green seas, or anything. She was a blue-eyed, jolly girl of the very best sort, but the way she cheeked my big...

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...n fall on me Where afield I linger, Silencing the bird on tree, Biting the blue finger. White as meal the frosty field - Warm the fireside haven - Not... ..., Will she remember too? Will she recall the eyes of brown As I recall the blue? VI The infinite shining heavens Rose and I saw in the night Uncountab... ...ight. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests and blue days at sea. I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room, Whe... ...s more or less In the man-devouring Wilderness? What handful bled on Delhi ridge? – See, rather, London, on thy bridge The pale battalions trample by,... ...sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye. Billow and breeze, islands and seas, Mountains of rain and sun, All that was good, all that was fair, All that w...

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... against the wheel. An idle, strolling custom house guard, belted over his blue capote, had the air of being depressed by exposure to the weather and ... ...nting the coachman, filled it completely. He was a young fellow with clear blue eyes; the high collar of his livery fur coat framed his cheery counten... ...er’s service—who died of cholera. It was cer- tainly a young man in a dark-blue, tailless coat and huge Cos- sack trousers, that being the livery of t... ...not a flat and severe plain, but a kindly bread-giving land of low rounded ridges, all white now, with the black patches of timber nestling in the hol... ...lding, standing all alone upon 36 A Personal Record the very roots of the mountains. It was long, though not big at all; it was low; it was built of ... ... a headlong, exalted satisfaction with the world of men and the scenery of mountains illumined his clean-cut, very red face, his short, silver-white w... ...ry, you may remember, of my seaboard tale), men, women, headlands, houses, mountains, town, campo(there was not a single brick, stone, or grain of san... ...should steer for the old Phoenician port, dominated, watched over from the ridge of a dust-gray, arid hill by the red-and-white striped pile of the No...

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... against the wheel. An idle, strolling custom-house guard, belted over his blue capote, had the air of being depressed by exposure to the weather and ... ...ing the coachman, filled it com- pletely. He was a young fellow with clear blue eyes; the high collar of his livery fur coat framed his cheery counten... ...ther’s service—who died of cholera. It was certainly a young man in a dark blue, tail-less coat and huge Cossack trousers, that being the livery of th... ...not a flat and severe plain, but a kindly bread-giving land of low rounded ridges, all white now, with the black patches of timber nestling in the hol... ...for the unexpected building, standing all alone upon the very roots of the mountains. It was long though not big at all; it was low; it was built of b... ... a headlong, exalted satisfaction with the world of men and the scenery of mountains illumined his clean-cut, very red face, his short, sil- ver-white... ..., you may remember, of my seaboard tale), men, women, head- lands, houses, mountains, town, campo (there was not a single brick, stone, or grain of sa... ...should steer for the old Phoenician port, dominated, watched over from the ridge of a dust-grey arid hill by the red-and-white-striped pile of the Not...

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... back-scene of a theatre the radiance of the foot- lights. He wore a vivid blue cravat, passed through a ring altogether too splendid to be valuable; ... ...ed it less defiantly. But Rowland saw in Mr. Striker’s many-wrinkled light blue eye, shrewd at once and good-natured, that he had no intention of defi... ...summer afternoon there, lying at his length on the grass and gazing at the blue undulations of the horizon. It was a meadow on the edge of a wood, wit... ... to do the Morning; I mean to do the Night! I mean to do the Ocean and the Mountains; the Moon and the West Wind. I mean to make a magnificent statue ... ...e West Wind. I mean to make a magnificent statue of America!” “America—the Mountains—the Moon!” said Gloriani. “You ‘ll find it rather hard, I ‘m afra... ...on the great terrace which looks toward Tivoli and the irides- cent Sabine mountains. He carried his volume of Ariosto in his pocket, and took it out ... ... of the house; and then in quest of coolness he wandered away to the rocky ridge whence you looked across at the Jungfrau. To-day, however, the white ...

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...peror lays on the table three fine silken threads of six inches long; one is blue, the other red, and the third green. These threads Gulliver’ s Trave... ...ity, and holds out the longest in leaping and creeping, is rewarded with the blue coloured silk; the red is given to the next, and the green to the th... ... with toil, and wholly overcome by grief and dispair, I lay down between two ridges, and heartily wished I might there end my days. I bemoaned my deso... ... reflections, when one of the reap ers, approaching within ten yards of the ridge where I lay, made me apprehend that with the next step I should be ... ...y assistance. The kingdom is a peninsula, terminated to the north east by a ridge of mountains thirty miles high, which are altogether impassable, by... ...nce. The kingdom is a peninsula, terminated to the north east by a ridge of mountains thirty miles high, which are altogether impassable, by reason o... ...: neither do the most learned know what sort of mortals inhabit beyond those mountains, or whether they be inhabited at all. On the three other sides,... ...hrice by both ears, or run a pin into his breech; or pinch his arm black and blue, to prevent forgetfulness; and at every levee day, repeat the same o... ...oming to land, and being forsaken by their companions, they re tired to the mountains, and degenerating by degrees, became in process of time much mo...

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...y changed every moment with the changing light in the sky; the hues of the mountains, the soft shades of their lower slopes, the very shape of the val... ...rance! The traveler was a tall man, dressed from head to foot in a suit of blue cloth, which must have been brushed just as carefully every morning as... ...t to the well- tilled spot, a stronghold with no apparent outlet among the mountains that surround it. It was noon when Genestas reined in his horse b... ...ld not be suspected 16 The Country Doctor between the little town and the mountains that closed the country round. Presently the child stopped. “Ther... ...hues of the light, or by the more or less clear outlines of the moun- tain ridges fledged with their dark forests of pines. The mill 18 The Country D... ...dness of a horse-dealer and of a life spent in journeying about. He wore a blue coat in fairly clean condition, the square side-pocket flaps stuck out... ...eir manes, were clean and smart. The great wagon itself was painted bright blue, and perched aloft in it sat a stal- wart, sunburned youth, who should... ...d a flood of red light over a cot- tage at the end of the stony track. The ridge of the cottage roof was usually a bright green with its overgrowth of... ...aunted him. The lines of dark pine-trees here and there along the mountain ridges against the sky seized on his imagination; they were in keeping with...

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...mination and left the seamanship Examiner with the little precious slip of blue paper in their hands. “That day I wouldn’t have called the Queen my co... ...saying, “Y ou will do!” Before I realised what he meant he was pushing the blue slip across the table. I jumped up as if my chair had caught fire. “Th... ...ge. I examined her appearance quietly. Her hair was nearly black, her eyes blue, deeply shaded by long dark eyelashes. She had a little colour now. Sh... ...ing the vagabond in the streets of a big town till the sky pales above the ridges of the roofs. I have done that repeatedly for pleasure—of a sort. Bu... ...carts. Great vans carrying enor- mous piled-up loads advanced swaying like mountains. It was as if the whole world existed only for selling and buying...

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...y beautiful, passive, soft- skinned, soft-limbed. She wore a dress of dark-blue silky stuff, with ruches of blue and green linen lace in the neck and ... ...ockings, her large grass-green velour hat, her full soft coat, of a strong blue colour. And she felt as if she were treading in the air, quite unstabl... ...colourless hair was untidy, wisps floating down on to her sac coat of dark blue silk, from under her blue silk hat. She looked like a woman with a mon... ...nk against one’s breast, its smoothness, its hardness, its vital knots and ridges—this was good, this was all very good, very satisfying. Nothing else... ... was satisfied. They came to Zurich, then, before very long, ran under the mountains, that were deep in snow. At last she was drawing near. This was t... ...it!’ She seemed afraid to go on. He laughed. They were in the heart of the mountains. From high above, on either side, swept down the white fold of sn... ... cold shadow-radiance of the af- ternoon, silenced by the imminence of the mountains, the luminous, dazing sides of snow that rose above them and fell... ...e yellow sun sink in crimson and disappear. Then in the east the peaks and ridges glowed with living rose, incandescent like immortal flowers against ... ...perfect condition, he had travelled a long way, by himself, among the snow ridges, on his skis, he had climbed high, so high that he could see over th...

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... 259 57 Of Whales in Paint; in Teeth; in Wood; in Sheet Iron; in Stone; in Mountains; in Stars . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 262 58 Br... ... into distant woodlands winds a mazy way, reaching to overlapping spurs of mountains bathed in their hill side blue. But though the picture lies thus ... ... way, reaching to overlapping spurs of mountains bathed in their hill side blue. But though the picture lies thus tranced, and though this pine tree s... ... my own summer with my own coals. But what thinks Lazarus? Can he warm his blue hands by holding them up to the grand northern lights? Would not Lazar... ..., black mass of something hovering in the centre of the picture over three blue, dim, perpendicular lines floating in a nameless yeast. A boggy, soggy,... ...e, I thought he must be one of those tall mountaineers from the Alleganian Ridge in Virginia. When the revelry of his companions had mounted to its he... ... though they had never been out of sight of some sheepfold among the Green Mountains. A curious sight; these bashful bears, these timid warrior whalem... ... never yet shown any part of him but his back, which rises in a long sharp ridge. Let him go. I know little more of him, nor does anybody else. BOOK I... ...oul at the bare mention of that name, while the thought of Virginia’s Blue Ridge is full of a soft, dewy, distant dreaminess? Or why, irrespective of ...

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...pit, which the Ser- geant regularly occupied on Sundays. There he sat, his blue invalid uniform brushed with the most scrupulous accuracy. T wo medals... ...and to it with sword and pike until they beat off the 40 Sir Walter Scott blue and yellow Swedish brigades, esteemed as stout as any that fought unde... ...ned for the end of their journey. As usual at that period, one or two high-ridged narrow buildings, intersecting and crossing each other, formed the C... ...led, from their houseless state, and their incessantly wandering among the mountains and glens, the Children of the Mist. They are a fierce and hardy ... ... usquebae; let that be their night-gear—their plaids their bed-clothes—the blue sky their canopy, and the heather their couch.—Come a thousand more, a... ...ends,” said he, “Gustavus is not new to the dangers of travelling, and the mountains of Bohemia; and (no disparagement to the beals and corries Mr. An... ..., and of which Sir Miles, who never saw them, confirms the horrors,) these mountains may compete with the vilest roads in Europe. In fact, my horse ha... ...allen in any great quantity . The army no sooner reached the summit of the ridge of hills dividing Argyleshire from the district of Breadalbane, than ... ...nd troops under their command, they kept the southern side of the Grampian ridge, moving along eastward into the county of Angus, resolving from thenc...

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... but when, at last, the breeze came with the darkling ripple that ran very blue on a pale sea, they all went in the same direction to- gether. For thi... ... would go on running in a smooth, glassy hollow, a deep valley between two ridges of the sea, hiding the horizon ahead and astern. There was such fasc... ...k to trucks; her one set sail stood out a coal-black shape upon the gloomy blueness of the air. I was a youngster then, and suffering from weariness, ... ...l his moods, even in the soft mood of his serene days, in the grace of his blue sky whose immense and un- fathomable tenderness reflected in the mirro... ...ured so many to a violent death, its immensity has never been loved as the mountains, the plains, the desert itself, have been loved. Indeed, I suspec... ...of a punt, often robbed of its pole. But first of all we had to ascend the ridge of land at the back of the Cape. He helped me up. I was dizzy. My hea...

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