Two Months Abroad: Thirty-two Letters1878 - 280 psl. |
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... extend over nearly a thousand years of time , and the memories which cluster about them , comprise some of the fairest tales in history and the most heroic exploits of men . This pilgrim cannot write of Stratford to - night . He has ...
... extend over nearly a thousand years of time , and the memories which cluster about them , comprise some of the fairest tales in history and the most heroic exploits of men . This pilgrim cannot write of Stratford to - night . He has ...
42 psl.
... extend hundreds of feet farther than you see- -nothing but this , and this only approximately , can give a just notion of the vast piles of stone which form its walls . Its total length is 520 feet - West- minster , even , is over 100 ...
... extend hundreds of feet farther than you see- -nothing but this , and this only approximately , can give a just notion of the vast piles of stone which form its walls . Its total length is 520 feet - West- minster , even , is over 100 ...
43 psl.
... extends under the entire Norman portion of the building . When the new Gothic style came into vogue the remainder of the present structure was added . Either part would make a large church in itself . I have met few grander naves in any ...
... extends under the entire Norman portion of the building . When the new Gothic style came into vogue the remainder of the present structure was added . Either part would make a large church in itself . I have met few grander naves in any ...
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... extends the noble facade of renaissance architecture a full thous- and feet farther along the river ; and adds an- other immense court yard to the first one in the Louvre . Francis I. began it in 1564 , but it was not finished until ...
... extends the noble facade of renaissance architecture a full thous- and feet farther along the river ; and adds an- other immense court yard to the first one in the Louvre . Francis I. began it in 1564 , but it was not finished until ...
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... extend to and be- yond St. Denis and Versailles , may run his eye down the widest boulevards in the city to the Column of July far away , or glance back- ward upon the ways he has just traversed and include in his view the Seine and its ...
... extend to and be- yond St. Denis and Versailles , may run his eye down the widest boulevards in the city to the Column of July far away , or glance back- ward upon the ways he has just traversed and include in his view the Seine and its ...
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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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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.