Memories Over the Water: Or, Stray Thoughts on a Long StrollToon, Nelson, 1854 - 329 sider |
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Side 35
... building , whose imposing appearance had first at- tracted our attention on our way from the ship to the hotel . We were lazily loitering along its dingy , time- stained walls , when , in looking about us , we discov- ered that our ...
... building , whose imposing appearance had first at- tracted our attention on our way from the ship to the hotel . We were lazily loitering along its dingy , time- stained walls , when , in looking about us , we discov- ered that our ...
Side 40
... buildings , whose names are " as household words " to every reader of English his- tory . With a chosen companion ... build- ing , we stood beneath the roof of that fairy palace , amid the richest products of earth , and among the rarest ...
... buildings , whose names are " as household words " to every reader of English his- tory . With a chosen companion ... build- ing , we stood beneath the roof of that fairy palace , amid the richest products of earth , and among the rarest ...
Side 41
... building on the ground - floor , and then ascending to the galleries above rapidly scanned their arrangement , in order to get , at first , a general view of the whole , and so under- stand the plan of the building , that in our ...
... building on the ground - floor , and then ascending to the galleries above rapidly scanned their arrangement , in order to get , at first , a general view of the whole , and so under- stand the plan of the building , that in our ...
Side 42
... building was allotted to the American representations , while pretty much the whole space of the opposite extremity was appropriated to , and filled with , the tributes of Great Britain ; the intermediate ground being methodically ...
... building was allotted to the American representations , while pretty much the whole space of the opposite extremity was appropriated to , and filled with , the tributes of Great Britain ; the intermediate ground being methodically ...
Side 43
... building , by the beautiful central fountain , whose sparkling waters sent a delightfully cool and refresh- ing influence through the densely - crowded palace . Near by were the exquisitely beautiful portraits of his royal highness ...
... building , by the beautiful central fountain , whose sparkling waters sent a delightfully cool and refresh- ing influence through the densely - crowded palace . Near by were the exquisitely beautiful portraits of his royal highness ...
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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...