Two Months Abroad: Thirty-two Letters1878 - 280 psl. |
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... seems nothing else than a new creation fresh from the Almighty's hands . While that little screw winds its way into the water and extracts from it an irresisti- ble force , the whole vessel pulsates as with life blood ; and , as the ...
... seems nothing else than a new creation fresh from the Almighty's hands . While that little screw winds its way into the water and extracts from it an irresisti- ble force , the whole vessel pulsates as with life blood ; and , as the ...
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... seems lost in the clouds . The walls are much worn by time . The stone is reddish brown , and in places several inches have fallen away . Halfway to the top are white statues in niches , presenting a curious contrast with the mouldering ...
... seems lost in the clouds . The walls are much worn by time . The stone is reddish brown , and in places several inches have fallen away . Halfway to the top are white statues in niches , presenting a curious contrast with the mouldering ...
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... seem as unconscious now as on that day in 1562 , that a mighty genius there first saw the light . One naturally turns from this house to Ann Hathaway's cottage . It is a good mile distant . A well - used , hedge- guarded path across the ...
... seem as unconscious now as on that day in 1562 , that a mighty genius there first saw the light . One naturally turns from this house to Ann Hathaway's cottage . It is a good mile distant . A well - used , hedge- guarded path across the ...
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... seems to belong only to one man . It seems to have been specially prepared for him and that those people all died and were buried there in order that they might add something to the funeral solemnity and grand- eur of the place . I went ...
... seems to belong only to one man . It seems to have been specially prepared for him and that those people all died and were buried there in order that they might add something to the funeral solemnity and grand- eur of the place . I went ...
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... seem to have had no scruples in despoiling tombs and monuments wherever they found them . By- ron's attack is not without justice . This tomb of Mausolus - and a tomb should be sacred to them if anything is that is not their own - was ...
... seem to have had no scruples in despoiling tombs and monuments wherever they found them . By- ron's attack is not without justice . This tomb of Mausolus - and a tomb should be sacred to them if anything is that is not their own - was ...
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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.