The Works of John Ruskin, Volume 2

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G. Allen, 1903

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Page 418 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yond...
Page 42 - And they shall not lie with the mighty that are fallen of the uncircumcised, which are gone down to hell with their weapons of war: and they have laid their swords under their heads, but their iniquities shall be upon their bones, though they were the terror of the mighty in the land of the living.
Page 37 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea!
Page 50 - And they rose up early in the morning, and the sun shone upon the water, and the Moabites saw the water on the other side as red as blood : 23 And they said, This is blood : the kings are surely slain, and they have smitten one another : now therefore, Moab, to the spoil.
Page 28 - And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green...
Page 288 - There is not," says Professor Wilson, " such another splendid prospect in all England. The lake has much of the character of a river, without losing its own. The islands are seen almost all lying together in a cluster — below which all is loveliness and beauty — above, all majesty and grandeur. Bold or gentle promontories break all the banks into frequent bays, seldom without a cottage or cottages embowered in trees ; and, while the whole landscape is of a sylvan kind, parts of it are so laden...
Page l - There is a thrill of strange delight That passes quivering o'er me, When blue hills rise upon the sight Like summer clouds before me.
Page 246 - Yea, victory! fair victory! our enemies! and ours! And all the clouds are clasped in light, and all the earth with flowers. Ah, still depressed and dim with dew; but yet a little while, And radiant with the deathless rose the wilderness shall smile; And every tender living thing shall feed by streams of rest; Nor lamb shall from the fold be lost, Nor nursli"?
Page 294 - The first thing which I remember as an event in life, was being taken by my nurse to the brow of Friar's Crag on Derwentwater ; the intense joy, mingled with awe, that I had in looking through the hollows in the mossy roots, over the crag, into the dark lake, has associated itself, more or less, with all twining roots of trees ever since.

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