Montreux, painted by JHardwicke Lewis & May Hardwicke Lewis; described by Francis Gribble . { 1 % y BYRON 93 management of it very difficult; one wave fell inand then another. My companion, an excellentswimmer, took off his coat; I did the same, andwe sat with our arms crossed, every moment ex-pecting to be swamped. The sail was, however,again held, the boat obeyed the helm, and, still inimminent peril from the immensity of the waves,we arrived in a few minutes at a sheltered port inthe village of St. Gingoux. I felt in this nearprospect of death a mixture of sensations, amongwhich terr
Montreux, painted by JHardwicke Lewis & May Hardwicke Lewis; described by Francis Gribble . { 1 % y BYRON 93 management of it very difficult; one wave fell inand then another. My companion, an excellentswimmer, took off his coat; I did the same, andwe sat with our arms crossed, every moment ex-pecting to be swamped. The sail was, however,again held, the boat obeyed the helm, and, still inimminent peril from the immensity of the waves,we arrived in a few minutes at a sheltered port inthe village of St. Gingoux. I felt in this nearprospect of death a mixture of sensations, amongwhich terror entered, though but subordinately. The main object of the excursion thus diversifiedwas to identify and weep over the bosquet deJulie, the rock of St. Preux at Meillerie, and theother scenes in La Nouvelle Heloise. It was thefashion of those days to be moved to tears by the* more than human sensibility, as Shelley styles it,of Jean Jacques; nowadays even a poet is onlybored by it. One may note, however, withouttroubling to quote Childe Harold, that Byronhad his tears under better control, a
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