Two Months Abroad: Thirty-two Letters1878 - 280 psl. |
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... never wearies of or outgrows . It is not to be wondered at that a spirit like Byron's - a spirit that , in spite of its shadows , had in it much of nobility and of the god - like in man --should have found great joy in the waters of the ...
... never wearies of or outgrows . It is not to be wondered at that a spirit like Byron's - a spirit that , in spite of its shadows , had in it much of nobility and of the god - like in man --should have found great joy in the waters of the ...
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... and no one can rend them asunder . There can never be a total separation of two countries so closely bound together by language , literature , in- stitutions and laws . LETTER II . SOME OLD HISTORIC TOWNS , ETC. He 12 TWO MONTHS ABROAD .
... and no one can rend them asunder . There can never be a total separation of two countries so closely bound together by language , literature , in- stitutions and laws . LETTER II . SOME OLD HISTORIC TOWNS , ETC. He 12 TWO MONTHS ABROAD .
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... never before the little power of expression you have . Warwick Castle stands close by the river Avon ; it is built upon solid rock ; it covers an immense area ; ivy and moss are on its walls ; its towers are of massive size ; they rise ...
... never before the little power of expression you have . Warwick Castle stands close by the river Avon ; it is built upon solid rock ; it covers an immense area ; ivy and moss are on its walls ; its towers are of massive size ; they rise ...
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... its first breath of life . But now those shall never pass from the lips and the hearts of men . Thou art se- curely linked with an immortal name . LETTER IV . LONDON RECALLED FROM CANTER- BURY . CANTERBURY TWO MONTHS ABROAD . 31.
... its first breath of life . But now those shall never pass from the lips and the hearts of men . Thou art se- curely linked with an immortal name . LETTER IV . LONDON RECALLED FROM CANTER- BURY . CANTERBURY TWO MONTHS ABROAD . 31.
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... never do ; he must go there . It is not my purpose to remove this difficulty . I know too well how foolhardy the attempt would be . I merely wish to record the sensations which London produced in this individual instance . Much time was ...
... never do ; he must go there . It is not my purpose to remove this difficulty . I know too well how foolhardy the attempt would be . I merely wish to record the sensations which London produced in this individual instance . Much time was ...
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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.