Arve

I never dreamed of a fairer scene; it was too beautiful for sleep; the murmurings of the Arve were the only sounds that broke upon the ear, while all around tremendous precipices rose to heaven, shutting out from us the cares and tumults of the busy world.

Scenes in Switzerland American Tract Society

But this latest session by the non-rehearsing ensemble emphasises their softest and most lyrical aspects, particularly the remarkable sound of trumpeter Arve Henriksen.

Supersilent: Supersilent 10 – review John Fordham 2010

Ruined castles hanging on the precipices of piny mountains; the impetuous Arve, and cottages every here and there peeping forth from among the trees, formed a scene of singular beauty.

Chapter 9 2010

For a short space of time I remained at the window, watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc, and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noisy way beneath.

Chapter 9 2010

In their earlier manifestations, Wallumrod's ensemble included Scandinavian folk-jazz stars such as trumpeter Arve Henriksen but this latest edition displays just as much graceful authority.

This week's new live music 2011

Shelley sees this dread in the ravine of the River Arve from which the subject's entire phenomenological universe emerges and into which it threatens to evaporate.

Introduction 2008

There (1755) he made himself two hermitages, one for summer, called the Délices, a short distance from the spot where the Arve falls into the Rhone, and the other near Lausanne (Monrion) for winter.

Voltaire 2007

I remained many hours at the window, watching the pallid lightning that played above Mont Blanc, and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which ran below my window.

Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus Mary Shelley 2004

Ruined castles hanging on the precipices of piny mountains; the impetuous Arve, and cottages every here and there peeping forth from among the trees, formed a scene of singular beauty.

Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus Mary Shelley 2004

We perceived that the valley through which we wound, and which was formed by the river Arve, whose course we followed, closed in upon us by degrees; and when the sun had set, we beheld immense mountains and precipices overhanging us on every side, and heard the sound of the river raging among rocks, and the dashing of waterfalls around.

Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus Mary Shelley 2004