The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 17, No. 470, January 8, 1831 by Various
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spring tide--it was white and sulphury, and immeasurably deep in
appearance.[3] The side we ascended was, of course, not of so precipitous a nature; but on arriving at the summit, we looked down upon the other side upon a boiling sea of cloud, dashing against the crags on which we stood (these crags on one side quite perpendicular.) Staid a quarter of an hour--begun to descend--quite clear from cloud on that side of the mountain. In passing the masses of snow, I made a snowball and pelted Hobhouse with it. [3] Ye _avalanches_, whom a breath draws down In mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me! _I hear ye momently above, beneath, Crash with a frequent conflict_ * * * * * The mists boil up around the glaciers; _clouds_ _Rise curling_ fast beneath me, white and sulphury, _Like foam from the roused ocean of deep hell!_ MANFRED. [4] O'er the savage sea, The glassy ocean of the mountain ice We skim its rugged breakers, which put on The aspect of a tumbling _tempest's_ foam _Frozen in a moment_. MANFRED. "Got down to our horses again; ate something; remounted; heard the avalanches still: came to a morass; Hobhouse dismounted to get over well; I tried to pass my horse over; the horse sunk up to the chin, and of course he and I were in the mud together; bemired, but not |
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