Two Months Abroad: Thirty-two Letters1878 - 280 psl. |
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... streets and squares- Power of the people to overcome abso- lute rule - Palaces become museums .... VII . THE HOMES OF FRENCH MON- ARCHS - The Louvre and the Tuileries- Their history - A day at Versailles - The Luxembourg . 5 13 23 32 40 ...
... streets and squares- Power of the people to overcome abso- lute rule - Palaces become museums .... VII . THE HOMES OF FRENCH MON- ARCHS - The Louvre and the Tuileries- Their history - A day at Versailles - The Luxembourg . 5 13 23 32 40 ...
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... streets-- Getting lost in them - The ruins - A look at the Forum 64 72 79 87 96 XIII . THE CITY OF THE CÆSARS ( 1 ) .- An afternoon on the Palatine Hill - Ruins of the palaces - Weeds and ivy where the laurels were - The Colosseum ...
... streets-- Getting lost in them - The ruins - A look at the Forum 64 72 79 87 96 XIII . THE CITY OF THE CÆSARS ( 1 ) .- An afternoon on the Palatine Hill - Ruins of the palaces - Weeds and ivy where the laurels were - The Colosseum ...
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... - famed legend , The street corners , the ancient houses , the narrow , clean and well paved lanes , the hotels with long curved entrances leading into paved court yards - all speak of Lady Godiva and her heroic Two MONTHS ABROAD . 15.
... - famed legend , The street corners , the ancient houses , the narrow , clean and well paved lanes , the hotels with long curved entrances leading into paved court yards - all speak of Lady Godiva and her heroic Two MONTHS ABROAD . 15.
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... streets on horseback perfectly nude save as her long flow- ing hair veiled her , in order to obtain from her lord his promise to free the city , is shown as the worst of cowardly and criminal fellows . The memory of this ride is still ...
... streets on horseback perfectly nude save as her long flow- ing hair veiled her , in order to obtain from her lord his promise to free the city , is shown as the worst of cowardly and criminal fellows . The memory of this ride is still ...
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... streets . It is poetical in all its parts even in these days . I have heard but little better music in any concert in America than was made of an evening in the courtyard of a pub- lic inn while I was enjoying a chop and a * coffee ...
... streets . It is poetical in all its parts even in these days . I have heard but little better music in any concert in America than was made of an evening in the courtyard of a pub- lic inn while I was enjoying a chop and a * coffee ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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.