Two Months Abroad: Thirty-two Letters1878 - 280 psl. |
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... surrounded in its gar- den by houses which were let to improve a prodigal prince's treasury , the place where Camille Desmoulins armed the populace that first assumed the green cockade and the next day captured the Bastille --this ...
... surrounded in its gar- den by houses which were let to improve a prodigal prince's treasury , the place where Camille Desmoulins armed the populace that first assumed the green cockade and the next day captured the Bastille --this ...
71 psl.
... surrounded the sarcophagus . The crypt is entered from a grand stairway at the rear of the hall on the two sides of which are tombs of Duroc and Bertrand , the Emperor's faithful friends , the lat- ter of whom was his companion at St ...
... surrounded the sarcophagus . The crypt is entered from a grand stairway at the rear of the hall on the two sides of which are tombs of Duroc and Bertrand , the Emperor's faithful friends , the lat- ter of whom was his companion at St ...
93 psl.
... surrounded on the four sides by a marble building whose walls are composed of a series of ogive windows . The corridors between these windows and the outer walls are crowded with funeral monu- ments of every description- statues , busts ...
... surrounded on the four sides by a marble building whose walls are composed of a series of ogive windows . The corridors between these windows and the outer walls are crowded with funeral monu- ments of every description- statues , busts ...
104 psl.
... surrounded with bas - reliefs like that of Trajan occupies the center . square is paved with small stones and not a spear of grass grows in it . It is crowded with groups of men of every nationality , of every class , of every ...
... surrounded with bas - reliefs like that of Trajan occupies the center . square is paved with small stones and not a spear of grass grows in it . It is crowded with groups of men of every nationality , of every class , of every ...
124 psl.
... surrounded by a peristyle of 20 columns of the Corinthian order , only one of which has been lost . It is known un- · der the name of the Temple of Vesta , but au- thorities show that this is not the correct name . What the true object ...
... surrounded by a peristyle of 20 columns of the Corinthian order , only one of which has been lost . It is known un- · der the name of the Temple of Vesta , but au- thorities show that this is not the correct name . What the true object ...
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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.