Two Months Abroad: Thirty-two Letters1878 - 280 psl. |
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... century . In the civil war it sided with Cromwell , and after the Restoration Charles II . punished its disloyalty to his unfortunate father by de- molishing its walls . Near the city , in Richard II.'s time , the Duke of Hereford met ...
... century . In the civil war it sided with Cromwell , and after the Restoration Charles II . punished its disloyalty to his unfortunate father by de- molishing its walls . Near the city , in Richard II.'s time , the Duke of Hereford met ...
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... century , who was made Knight of the Bath at Henry IVth's coronation , when only nineteen years of age , who at twenty - four suppressed a rebellion , who was Regent of France and who had the govern- ment of an English king ; Richard ...
... century , who was made Knight of the Bath at Henry IVth's coronation , when only nineteen years of age , who at twenty - four suppressed a rebellion , who was Regent of France and who had the govern- ment of an English king ; Richard ...
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... century . Around it grow the lavendar , rue and rose- mary . It was a lovely , warm , clear day when I stood beside that old well talking with the woman who lived in Anne Hathaway's cottage . With her permission I gathered some of the ...
... century . Around it grow the lavendar , rue and rose- mary . It was a lovely , warm , clear day when I stood beside that old well talking with the woman who lived in Anne Hathaway's cottage . With her permission I gathered some of the ...
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... century be- fore this . Bertha as a Christian was alone in England , but at last her persistence so wrought upon the soul of Ethelbert that he wrote a letter to Pope Gregory the Great , ask- ing for a missionary . This was in the sixth ...
... century be- fore this . Bertha as a Christian was alone in England , but at last her persistence so wrought upon the soul of Ethelbert that he wrote a letter to Pope Gregory the Great , ask- ing for a missionary . This was in the sixth ...
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... burial place . Nearly all the graves are of this century ; some of them are only a few weeks old . The tombstones are in many instances elaborate . Nearly all are The On this erect , and but few are weather - 46 TWO MONTHS ABROAD .
... burial place . Nearly all the graves are of this century ; some of them are only a few weeks old . The tombstones are in many instances elaborate . Nearly all are The On this erect , and but few are weather - 46 TWO MONTHS ABROAD .
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ancient appear arches beautiful building built buried called castle Cathedral century chapel Christian church columns completed corner covered cross distance dome earth England enter Europe extends feel feet figures Florence Forum four French front gallery given Gothic Gothic art ground grow half hall hand height Hill houses human hundred interest Italy King known land LETTER light lived lofty London look marble ments Michael miles mind monuments nearly never noble once painted palace Paris passed Pope present reached remains rest rich rise Roman Rome ruins says scene seems seen side square stands statues stone streets structure temple tomb towers town trees Venice walk walls whole wide
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70 psl. - It is my wish that my ashes may repose on the banks of the Seine, in the midst of the French people, whom I have loved so well.
107 psl. - In fragments, choked up vaults, and frescos steep'd In subterranean damps, where the owl peep'd, Deeming it midnight : Temples, baths or halls? Pronounce who can ; for all that learning reap'd From her research hath been, that these are walls Behold the Imperial Mount ! 'tis thus the mighty falls.
147 psl. - There is a stern round tower of other days, ^ Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone, Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown ; What was this tower of strength ? within its cave What treasure lay so lock'd, so hid ? A woman's grave.
240 psl. - The hand that rounded Peter's dome And groined the aisles of Christian Rome Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew; The conscious stone to beauty grew.
115 psl. - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
277 psl. - Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell A single recollection, not in vain He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop-shell; Farewell ! with him alone may rest the pain, If such there were with you, the moral of his strain.
235 psl. - Come unto me, all ye that labor, and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
8 psl. - What front can we make against these unavoidable, victorious, maleficent forces? What can I do against the influence of Race, in my history? What can I do against hereditary and constitutional habits; against scrofula, lymph, impotence? against climate, against barbarism, in my country? I can reason down or deny everything, except this perpetual Belly: feed he must and will, and I cannot make him respectable.
114 psl. - 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 bayed beyond the Tiber : and, More near, from out the Caesars...
71 psl. - Farewell to thee, France ! but when Liberty rallies Once more in thy regions, remember me then. The violet still grows in the depth of thy valleys ; Though wither'd, thy tear will unfold it again. Yet, yet, I may baffle the hosts that surround us, And yet may thy heart leap awake to my voice There are links which must break in the chain that has bound us, Then turn thee and call on the Chief of thy choice ! LAMENT OF TASSO.