Two Months Abroad: Thirty-two Letters1878 - 280 psl. |
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... crosses and quaint small tombstones and horizontal slabs . Flowers are seen in this December . At the depots there are hedges ; a garden is planted near the buildings and a rustic gate leads into it . Perhaps the station is on a hill ...
... crosses and quaint small tombstones and horizontal slabs . Flowers are seen in this December . At the depots there are hedges ; a garden is planted near the buildings and a rustic gate leads into it . Perhaps the station is on a hill ...
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... Cross , " " Hell , " and scenes from the lives of the saints . They were all painted in the fourteenth century and many of them are well preserved . Their import- ance in the early history of Italian art is very great . Taine says ...
... Cross , " " Hell , " and scenes from the lives of the saints . They were all painted in the fourteenth century and many of them are well preserved . Their import- ance in the early history of Italian art is very great . Taine says ...
95 psl.
... cross it and wide paved promenades follow the embank- ments through the city . Fronting this space on each side of the stream are the hotels and shops . It was noon when I found myself in my room ; and , preparing to remove some of many ...
... cross it and wide paved promenades follow the embank- ments through the city . Fronting this space on each side of the stream are the hotels and shops . It was noon when I found myself in my room ; and , preparing to remove some of many ...
96 psl.
... crosses the Tiber and then makes one half the circuit of the walls of Rome . Towers , battle- ments and gatewayes are passed , and now and then a ruined aqueduct with its high arches , crosses the track . The depot at Rome stands almost ...
... crosses the Tiber and then makes one half the circuit of the walls of Rome . Towers , battle- ments and gatewayes are passed , and now and then a ruined aqueduct with its high arches , crosses the track . The depot at Rome stands almost ...
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... Cross . " Another church we passed in our wanderings contains his " Moses . " We walked very near the column of Trajan and the fo- rum named from him . That Pantheon con- tains the ashes of Raphael . We have been in great places without ...
... Cross . " Another church we passed in our wanderings contains his " Moses . " We walked very near the column of Trajan and the fo- rum named from him . That Pantheon con- tains the ashes of Raphael . We have been in great places without ...
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Two Months Abroad– Thirty-two Letters Written for the Binghamton Republican ... Francis Whiting Halsey Visos knygos peržiūra - 1878 |
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aisles ancient arcades arches architecture artists Baptistery beautiful Bologna bronze building built buried Cæsars Capitoline Hill castle Cathedral century chapel Christian church Cloaca Maxima Colosseum columns corner covered crowded dome doorway earth Emperor England enter Europe feet high Ferrara Florence Florentines Forum Frederick Barbarossa French frescoes gallery Gothic Gothic art grass grow hall height Hill houses Hugomont interior Italian Italy Julius Julius Cæsar King LETTER light lived lofty look Louis marble Medicis ments Michael Angelo miles modern monuments mosaic Napoleon nearly noble noblest Padua painted palace Palatine Hill Pantheon Paris passed Paul Veronese pavement Peter's Pisa Pope Raphael rich Roman Rome ruins scene sculpture seen Septimus Severus side soul spire square stands statues stone Strasbourg streets temple Tiber tion Titian to-day tomb towers town trees Venice walk walls
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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.