The Sketch Book of the SouthEdward Churton, 1835 - 276 sider |
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Side 152
... Iola to be sure . Have you never heard the song about her , where she is called the ' Heroine of Suli ? ' " and he began , in modern Greek , to repeat a sort of ballad , which I was not sufficiently acquainted with the language to ...
... Iola to be sure . Have you never heard the song about her , where she is called the ' Heroine of Suli ? ' " and he began , in modern Greek , to repeat a sort of ballad , which I was not sufficiently acquainted with the language to ...
Side 153
... Iola ! Who would have turned them back on their way to visit her habitation ? Certainly none who felt like Laroque and myself . We waved our hands to our late companions , and hurried after our guide , who was already at some distance ...
... Iola ! Who would have turned them back on their way to visit her habitation ? Certainly none who felt like Laroque and myself . We waved our hands to our late companions , and hurried after our guide , who was already at some distance ...
Side 154
... Iola is absent , sirs , and there is no one to open the rooms for us . Yon staircase leads to the roof , if you want to look out and see the ocean ; but I am for going after the rest of them . " " countenance . Laroque and myself , with ...
... Iola is absent , sirs , and there is no one to open the rooms for us . Yon staircase leads to the roof , if you want to look out and see the ocean ; but I am for going after the rest of them . " " countenance . Laroque and myself , with ...
Side 155
... Iola's own room , sirs , " said the guide , answering the look of interrogation which he observed in my " Iola , sirs , has had need of those iron rivets and bolts ; and the time may come when they may serve her in good stead again ...
... Iola's own room , sirs , " said the guide , answering the look of interrogation which he observed in my " Iola , sirs , has had need of those iron rivets and bolts ; and the time may come when they may serve her in good stead again ...
Side 156
... Iola's comfort , as exhibited in her apartment ; but the luxuries of Europe had been gathered there for her use . In the centre of the room was a small square table , covered with a cloth of crimson , bordered with gold , and standing ...
... Iola's comfort , as exhibited in her apartment ; but the luxuries of Europe had been gathered there for her use . In the centre of the room was a small square table , covered with a cloth of crimson , bordered with gold , and standing ...
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admired amongst ancient appeared arrived Aveyron beautiful Bernardo Tasso Berne breakfast Bruno Cardinal Cardinal Bembo Carthusians castle Cava Chamouni chapel charming Chartreuse château church Comte convent Correggio covered d'Harcourt dark descended dined dressed duchess England eyes feeling French garden gave Geneva Grande Chartreuse ground Guerchy hair half Harcourt heard heroine of Suli hills holy horses imagination Iola Iola's Italy journey Laroque lived look Lord Lord Byron Madame magnificent Martigny ment miles mind monastery monks Mont Mont Cenis MONTE VERGINE mountain mule Naples Navolia Tyche o'clock palace Paris passed passion peacock picturesque plain poets Pompeii Prince of Salerno princes river road rocks ruined Saint Salerno scene scenery seemed seen side snow solitude spirit Suliot Tendè thought Titian tomb town trees Turin Tyche valley Veronica Gambara village Vittoria Colonna vows walk woods
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Side 64 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The Power, the Beauty, and the Majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished. They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Side 66 - O'er the smooth enamelled green, Where no print of step hath been, Follow me, as I sing And touch the warbled string: Under the shady roof Of branching elm star-proof Follow me. I will bring you where she sits, Clad in splendour as befits Her deity. Such a rural Queen All Arcadia hath not seen.
Side 27 - Venice gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long.
Side 78 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Side 48 - A favourite has no friend ! From hence, ye beauties, undeceived, Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved, And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wandering eyes And heedless hearts is lawful prize ; Nor all, that glisters, gold.
Side 149 - It rests with me to wind my horn — Thou art with numbers overborne ; It rests with me, here, brand to brand, Worn as thou art, to bid thee stand : But...
Side 116 - There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings...
Side 65 - They live no longer in the faith of reason ! But still the heart doth need a language ; still Doth the old instinct bring back the old names. And to yon starry world they now are gone, Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth With man as with their friend ; and to the lover Yonder they move, from yonder visible sky Shoot influence down; and even at this day 'Tis Jupiter who brings whate'er is great, And Venus who brings everything that's fair.
Side 62 - A thousand, thousand colours not their own: And at her bidding, lo! a dark descent To Tartarus, and those thrice happy fields, Those fields with ether pure and purple light Ever invested, scenes by Him...
Side 65 - And if this be the science of the stars, I too, with glad and zealous industry, Will learn acquaintance with this cheerful faith. It is a gentle and affectionate thought, That in immeasurable heights above us, At our first birth, the wreath of love was woven, With sparkling stars for flowers.