Memories Over the Water: Or, Stray Thoughts on a Long StrollToon, Nelson, 1854 - 329 sider |
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... light was her footstep , so joyous her eye , Who ever had thought that the dear one could die ? But make ye a chamber , for the fair one to rest , Where the sun - light may fall from the amber - hued West , For , as one at Machpelah ...
... light was her footstep , so joyous her eye , Who ever had thought that the dear one could die ? But make ye a chamber , for the fair one to rest , Where the sun - light may fall from the amber - hued West , For , as one at Machpelah ...
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... light of heaven , and speed merrily onward over the proud soil of England . The landscape , owing to its high state of cultivation , was the loveliest and richest we had ever seen . The surface of the country was beautifully diversified ...
... light of heaven , and speed merrily onward over the proud soil of England . The landscape , owing to its high state of cultivation , was the loveliest and richest we had ever seen . The surface of the country was beautifully diversified ...
Side 38
... light of knowledge and Christianity . So , as the unwary Englishman con- demned , in no measured terms , the slaveholding por- tion of our country , he found himself suddenly picked up by the warm - blooded Southerner , and quite a ...
... light of knowledge and Christianity . So , as the unwary Englishman con- demned , in no measured terms , the slaveholding por- tion of our country , he found himself suddenly picked up by the warm - blooded Southerner , and quite a ...
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... Light " and other costly gems ; on beautiful and sparkling fountains ; on glittering and gorgeous furniture ; on luxurious and splendid coaches ; on rich and dazzling chandeliers ; on huge and magnificent mirrors ; on fountains of ...
... Light " and other costly gems ; on beautiful and sparkling fountains ; on glittering and gorgeous furniture ; on luxurious and splendid coaches ; on rich and dazzling chandeliers ; on huge and magnificent mirrors ; on fountains of ...
Side 46
... light , we strolled up the Strand , and turned in at the Lyceum , where " Only a Clod , " " Court Beauties , " and " King Charming " were performed . We were much pleased with the evening's entertainment - the scenic effect in the last ...
... light , we strolled up the Strand , and turned in at the Lyceum , where " Only a Clod , " " Court Beauties , " and " King Charming " were performed . We were much pleased with the evening's entertainment - the scenic effect in the last ...
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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...