Two Months Abroad: Thirty-two Letters1878 - 280 psl. |
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... walls , cathedral , and old churches --Warwick's fair castle - The ruins of Kenilworth - Coventry and Lady Godiva . III . STRATFORD - UPON - AVON . - Shakes- peare's birthplace - The old house -- The church , and his tomb - Ann ...
... walls , cathedral , and old churches --Warwick's fair castle - The ruins of Kenilworth - Coventry and Lady Godiva . III . STRATFORD - UPON - AVON . - Shakes- peare's birthplace - The old house -- The church , and his tomb - Ann ...
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... walls , and flying buttresses . The cathedral is a large and beautiful old structure and is well preserved . Its cloisters are dark and damp ; the ancient doors are are black and time eaten and its walls and ornamenis are gray and ...
... walls , and flying buttresses . The cathedral is a large and beautiful old structure and is well preserved . Its cloisters are dark and damp ; the ancient doors are are black and time eaten and its walls and ornamenis are gray and ...
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... walls for the protec- tion of them , he finds is now used as a canal , and 30 feet below him the horse moves along the tow path drawing its boat . In a few " moments a train of cars rushes directly under him through an opening in the wall ...
... walls for the protec- tion of them , he finds is now used as a canal , and 30 feet below him the horse moves along the tow path drawing its boat . In a few " moments a train of cars rushes directly under him through an opening in the wall ...
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... wall at a public square has a wooden effegy of " Peeping Tom , " Paintings and statues of the lady meet the eye in ... walls . Birds make their nests in its hollows and on the ornaments . Green grass grows in the yard , and in walking ...
... wall at a public square has a wooden effegy of " Peeping Tom , " Paintings and statues of the lady meet the eye in ... walls . Birds make their nests in its hollows and on the ornaments . Green grass grows in the yard , and in walking ...
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... walls . Near the city , in Richard II.'s time , the Duke of Hereford met Thomas Mowbray to make good his charge of treason -an event familiar to readers of Shakespeare . Henry VII . , in 1485 , went to Coventry after he defeated Richard ...
... walls . Near the city , in Richard II.'s time , the Duke of Hereford met Thomas Mowbray to make good his charge of treason -an event familiar to readers of Shakespeare . Henry VII . , in 1485 , went to Coventry after he defeated Richard ...
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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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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.