Memories Over the Water: Or, Stray Thoughts on a Long StrollToon, Nelson, 1854 - 329 sider |
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Side 54
... bodies of Fisher , Ann Boleyn , Thomas Cromwell , Catharine Howard , the Duke of Somerset , and the Duke of Monmouth . On entering the gates of the Tower the stranger first procures his tickets , and then takes his seat in a small ...
... bodies of Fisher , Ann Boleyn , Thomas Cromwell , Catharine Howard , the Duke of Somerset , and the Duke of Monmouth . On entering the gates of the Tower the stranger first procures his tickets , and then takes his seat in a small ...
Side 57
... body to rest in the dark and chilly gloom of the cathedral , but rather in some sweet and quiet spot , out in the open fields and under the smile of the blue skies , where no cold and heavy marble should weigh upon our breast , but the ...
... body to rest in the dark and chilly gloom of the cathedral , but rather in some sweet and quiet spot , out in the open fields and under the smile of the blue skies , where no cold and heavy marble should weigh upon our breast , but the ...
Side 69
... bodies . The bonny Lizzie Boyce and the lovely Mrs. Rice , enhanced each pleasure , and smoothed every asperity of the journey , by the magic of their winning ways and pretty faces . Our postillion MEMORIES OVER THE WATER . 69.
... bodies . The bonny Lizzie Boyce and the lovely Mrs. Rice , enhanced each pleasure , and smoothed every asperity of the journey , by the magic of their winning ways and pretty faces . Our postillion MEMORIES OVER THE WATER . 69.
Side 85
... smoth- ered ; saw , too , the beam on which some of their bodies were hung , and the window through which they were cast into the lake . " There are seven pillars of Gothic mold In Chillon's MEMORIES OVER THE WATER . 85.
... smoth- ered ; saw , too , the beam on which some of their bodies were hung , and the window through which they were cast into the lake . " There are seven pillars of Gothic mold In Chillon's MEMORIES OVER THE WATER . 85.
Side 130
... is very touching . The body is attired in a plain dress of drapery , which falls in graceful folds about her fair form . Several withered garlands are to be seen upon the walls , which are said to be 130 MEMORIES OVER THE WATER .
... is very touching . The body is attired in a plain dress of drapery , which falls in graceful folds about her fair form . Several withered garlands are to be seen upon the walls , which are said to be 130 MEMORIES OVER THE WATER .
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Side 218 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims aronnd him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Side 85 - Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Side 237 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The God of Life, and Poesy, and Light — The Sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight ; The shaft hath just been shot— the arrow bright With an Immortal's vengeance— in his eye And nostril beautiful Disdain, and Might And Majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the Deity.
Side 86 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Side 202 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes, while all areund is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn . Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien.
Side 237 - Or, turning to the Vatican, go see Laocoon's torture dignifying pain — A father's love and mortal's agony With an immortal's patience blending : — vain The struggle ; vain, against the coiling strain And gripe, and deepening of the dragon's grasp, The old man's clench ; the long envenom'd chain Rivets the living links, — the enormous asp Enforces pang on pang, and stifles gasp on gasp.
Side 213 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bay'd beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Side 202 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald : — how profound The gulf ! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Side 169 - Gondolier," It glides along the water looking blackly, Just like a coffin clapt in a canoe, Where none can make out what you say or do.
Side 211 - A school-boy on his bench, at early dawn Glowing with Roman story, I should live To tread the Appian, once an avenue Of monuments most glorious, palaces, — Their doors sealed up and silent as the night, The dwellings of the illustrious dead : to turn Toward Tiber, and, beyond the city gate, Pour out my unpremeditated verse, Where on his mule I might have met so oft Horace himself : or climb the Palatine...