A Transatlantic Tour: Comprising Travels in Great Britain, France, Holland, Belgium, Germany, Switzerland and Italy...Perkins & Purves, 1845 - 391 Seiten |
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... seemed willing to be pleased , and disposed to communicate pleasure . Indeed , so sedulously had our comfort been studied and our wishes anticipated , that , if there were on board any of the tribe of confirmed grumblers , they must ...
... seemed willing to be pleased , and disposed to communicate pleasure . Indeed , so sedulously had our comfort been studied and our wishes anticipated , that , if there were on board any of the tribe of confirmed grumblers , they must ...
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... seemed morbidly sensitive to the possibility of , after all , sending some empty away . Accordingly , he resolved in the 66 recesses of a mind capacious of such things , " that this last should make all previous dinners hide their ...
... seemed morbidly sensitive to the possibility of , after all , sending some empty away . Accordingly , he resolved in the 66 recesses of a mind capacious of such things , " that this last should make all previous dinners hide their ...
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... seemed studiously adapted to the independent spirit , as well as the burly figure of John Bull - allowing ample scope and verge enough for the " Stout Gentleman " himself , should he at any time chance to be a passenger . Large glasses ...
... seemed studiously adapted to the independent spirit , as well as the burly figure of John Bull - allowing ample scope and verge enough for the " Stout Gentleman " himself , should he at any time chance to be a passenger . Large glasses ...
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... seemed to rise before me . " Time - honored Lancaster , " and that unhappy king , Edward II . - with whose miserable death the half history , half ro- mance of Goldsmith had made me familiar in childhood- were present to my thoughts ...
... seemed to rise before me . " Time - honored Lancaster , " and that unhappy king , Edward II . - with whose miserable death the half history , half ro- mance of Goldsmith had made me familiar in childhood- were present to my thoughts ...
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... seemed to be treading on enchanted ground . That silent hour , with its thick - coming fancies - that pale moon , sinking behind the ruined towers of Kenilworth - I can never forget . 1 CHAPTER III . ENGLAND . - An Adventure . - 24 ...
... seemed to be treading on enchanted ground . That silent hour , with its thick - coming fancies - that pale moon , sinking behind the ruined towers of Kenilworth - I can never forget . 1 CHAPTER III . ENGLAND . - An Adventure . - 24 ...
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Abbey ancient ancient Rome Antwerp arches architecture bank beautiful beneath Bologna bridge Capitoline hill carriage Castle Cathedral celebrated charm Church delightful diligence distance Doge's Palace Dryburgh Abbey edifice English erected extends feeling feet front galleries gardens gates gaze Gothic grand grave ground hall height hill Holland hour hundred interesting Italy ladies lake land length Loch Katrine lofty London looked lovely magnificent marble Martigny Melrose Abbey memory midst miles Mont Blanc monument morning mountain Naples night numerous once ornamented paintings Palace passed pillars Pitti Palace poet Posilipo prospect Queen reached relics remarkable Rhine river road rock Roman Rome ruins scene scenery Scotland seats seemed shore side Smailholme Tower spot stands statues steamer stone streets summit thing thou thought tion tomb towers town Trajan traveller trees valley vast Venice walk walls Westminster Abbey
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Seite 109 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Seite 178 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Seite 267 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Seite 384 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Seite 150 - There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments ; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large and of a dark cast, which glowed, I say literally glowed, when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my time.
Seite 268 - I saw them — and they were the same, They were not changed like me in frame; I saw their thousand years of snow On high — their wide long lake below. And the blue Rhone in fullest flow...
Seite 192 - To men of other minds my fancy flies, Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land, And, sedulous to stop the coming tide, Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride. Onward, methinks, and diligently slow, The firm connected bulwark seems to grow; Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar, Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore...
Seite 319 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the day joins the past Eternity; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Seite 267 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies...
Seite 59 - Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.