Memories Over the Water: Or, Stray Thoughts on a Long StrollToon, Nelson, 1854 - 329 sider |
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... deep fountains stirred at the thought that they were part- ing , and perhaps forever . But for us no eye was dimmed , no loved voice trembled in the fond fare- well ! for we were alone , without a friend , an acquaintance , or one ...
... deep fountains stirred at the thought that they were part- ing , and perhaps forever . But for us no eye was dimmed , no loved voice trembled in the fond fare- well ! for we were alone , without a friend , an acquaintance , or one ...
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... deep , with the dim shores of Long Island trailing on our left , and the coast we had so lately quitted growing more and more indistinct . shades of night came creeping on , the day - king had sought his western couch , and as the last ...
... deep , with the dim shores of Long Island trailing on our left , and the coast we had so lately quitted growing more and more indistinct . shades of night came creeping on , the day - king had sought his western couch , and as the last ...
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... deep , held its onward course . - When floundering on through dense and impenetrable fogs , we have heard the faithful bell send forth its warning voice upon the restless waves , and when suddenly meeting with some other ship by night ...
... deep , held its onward course . - When floundering on through dense and impenetrable fogs , we have heard the faithful bell send forth its warning voice upon the restless waves , and when suddenly meeting with some other ship by night ...
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... deep and somber shadows of the old Custom - House - a huge , venerable 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 ...
... deep and somber shadows of the old Custom - House - a huge , venerable 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 ...
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... deep waters . The scene was one of the most animated , gorgeous and imposing that the imagination can pic- ture , or the fancy conceive ; rendered lovely , too , by the thought that we here behold a peaceful union of all nations , who ...
... deep waters . The scene was one of the most animated , gorgeous and imposing that the imagination can pic- ture , or the fancy conceive ; rendered lovely , too , by the thought that we here behold a peaceful union of all nations , who ...
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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...