The Sketch Book of the SouthEdward Churton, 1835 - 276 Seiten |
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... turned the head of many an antiquary , curious in research . - There is also a portrait in bas - relief , supposed to be that of Navolia Tyche . Ascending the steps , from a court - yard , you look through a grating into the tomb ...
... turned the head of many an antiquary , curious in research . - There is also a portrait in bas - relief , supposed to be that of Navolia Tyche . Ascending the steps , from a court - yard , you look through a grating into the tomb ...
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... turned to party politics , from the want of love or war to feed upon . Under these awful circum- stances of the depression of the genius of poetry , a matter of fact detail of this sad and tragical event and its consequences has been ...
... turned to party politics , from the want of love or war to feed upon . Under these awful circum- stances of the depression of the genius of poetry , a matter of fact detail of this sad and tragical event and its consequences has been ...
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... turned to the monk who was showing them the monas- tery , in a state of enchantment , exclaiming with German enthusiasm , " Painters and Poets , where are your colours , where are your words to describe this scene ! " The monk answered ...
... turned to the monk who was showing them the monas- tery , in a state of enchantment , exclaiming with German enthusiasm , " Painters and Poets , where are your colours , where are your words to describe this scene ! " The monk answered ...
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... Gray's celebrated Latin Ode , which he wrote and left here on his second visit , when he re- turned from Italy . The Album of the present day has nothing in it of the same simple gran- F 3 LES ECHELLES IN SAVOY . 105.
... Gray's celebrated Latin Ode , which he wrote and left here on his second visit , when he re- turned from Italy . The Album of the present day has nothing in it of the same simple gran- F 3 LES ECHELLES IN SAVOY . 105.
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... turned to poetry , his eloquence to patriotism , and his learning to the leading characteristic of our times - money- making ; but then all enthusiasm was religious enthusiasm , and all learning and eloquence was enlisted in the banners ...
... turned to poetry , his eloquence to patriotism , and his learning to the leading characteristic of our times - money- making ; but then all enthusiasm was religious enthusiasm , and all learning and eloquence was enlisted in the banners ...
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admired amongst ancient appeared arrived Aveyron beautiful Bernardo Tasso Berne breakfast Bruno Cardinal Cardinal Bembo Carthusians castle Cava Chamouni chapel charming Chartreuse château church Comte convent Correggio covered d'Harcourt dark descended dined dressed duchess England eyes feeling French garden gave Geneva Grande Chartreuse ground Guerchy hair half Harcourt heard heroine of Suli hills holy horses imagination Iola Iola's Italy journey Laroque lived look Lord Lord Byron Madame magnificent Martigny ment miles mind monastery monks Mont Mont Cenis MONTE VERGINE mountain mule Naples Navolia Tyche o'clock palace Paris passed passion peacock picturesque plain poets Pompeii Prince of Salerno princes river road rocks ruined Saint Salerno scene scenery seemed seen side snow solitude spirit Suliot Tendè thought Titian tomb town trees Turin Tyche valley Veronica Gambara village Vittoria Colonna vows walk woods
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 64 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The Power, the Beauty, and the Majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished. They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Seite 66 - O'er the smooth enamelled green, Where no print of step hath been, Follow me, as I sing And touch the warbled string: Under the shady roof Of branching elm star-proof Follow me. I will bring you where she sits, Clad in splendour as befits Her deity. Such a rural Queen All Arcadia hath not seen.
Seite 27 - Venice gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long.
Seite 78 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Seite 48 - A favourite has no friend ! From hence, ye beauties, undeceived, Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved, And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wandering eyes And heedless hearts is lawful prize ; Nor all, that glisters, gold.
Seite 149 - It rests with me to wind my horn — Thou art with numbers overborne ; It rests with me, here, brand to brand, Worn as thou art, to bid thee stand : But...
Seite 116 - There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings...
Seite 65 - They live no longer in the faith of reason ! But still the heart doth need a language ; still Doth the old instinct bring back the old names. And to yon starry world they now are gone, Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth With man as with their friend ; and to the lover Yonder they move, from yonder visible sky Shoot influence down; and even at this day 'Tis Jupiter who brings whate'er is great, And Venus who brings everything that's fair.
Seite 62 - A thousand, thousand colours not their own: And at her bidding, lo! a dark descent To Tartarus, and those thrice happy fields, Those fields with ether pure and purple light Ever invested, scenes by Him...
Seite 65 - And if this be the science of the stars, I too, with glad and zealous industry, Will learn acquaintance with this cheerful faith. It is a gentle and affectionate thought, That in immeasurable heights above us, At our first birth, the wreath of love was woven, With sparkling stars for flowers.