Scenes and Impressions in Egypt and in ItalyLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1825 - 435 Seiten |
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... heart ! Let us appreciate , then , and justly , the sacrifices of those of our fellow - countrymen , who , as soldiers , waste their joyless years in that remote land , with the consciousness of being useful , indeed , but with little ...
... heart ! Let us appreciate , then , and justly , the sacrifices of those of our fellow - countrymen , who , as soldiers , waste their joyless years in that remote land , with the consciousness of being useful , indeed , but with little ...
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... heart responds , and throbs with its own silent prayer . There is a solemnity and a decency in their worship , belonging , in its very forms , to the age and the country of the Patriarchs ; and it is necessary to call to mind all that ...
... heart responds , and throbs with its own silent prayer . There is a solemnity and a decency in their worship , belonging , in its very forms , to the age and the country of the Patriarchs ; and it is necessary to call to mind all that ...
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... heart wished him , sad . We sailed again on the morning of the 12th ; on the 17th we ran into the little harbour of Yambo , and anchored under the very walls of the governor's residence , which are washed by the sea . Three of us 52 ...
... heart wished him , sad . We sailed again on the morning of the 12th ; on the 17th we ran into the little harbour of Yambo , and anchored under the very walls of the governor's residence , which are washed by the sea . Three of us 52 ...
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... heart to kill these gentle tenants of the desert : the deer might tempt him ; I saw but one ; far , very far , he caught the distant camel - tramp , and paused , and raised and threw back his head to listen ; then away ; to the road ...
... heart to kill these gentle tenants of the desert : the deer might tempt him ; I saw but one ; far , very far , he caught the distant camel - tramp , and paused , and raised and threw back his head to listen ; then away ; to the road ...
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... heart , and steps rapid as my thoughts , I strode away , took the path to the village of Karnac , skirted it , and passing over loose sand , and , among a few scattered date - trees , I found myself in the grand alley of the sphinxes ...
... heart , and steps rapid as my thoughts , I strode away , took the path to the village of Karnac , skirted it , and passing over loose sand , and , among a few scattered date - trees , I found myself in the grand alley of the sphinxes ...
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Seite 205 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Seite 173 - As human nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that Mercy, with a bleeding heart, Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast. Then what is man ? And what man, seeing this, And having human feelings, does not blush And hang his head, to think himself a man?
Seite 435 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts ; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean...
Seite 346 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped 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 hailed the wretch who won.
Seite 357 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.
Seite 205 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Seite 200 - From meaner minds, though smaller fines content The plunder'd palace, or sequester'd rent ; Mark'd out by dangerous parts he meets the shock; And fatal Learning leads him to the block: Around his tomb let Art and Genius weep; But hear his death, ye blockheads, hear and sleep. The festal blazes, the triumphal show, The ravish'd standard, and the captive foe, The senate's thanks, the gazette's pompous tale, With force resistless o'er the brave prevail.
Seite 346 - and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Daci.an mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday! — All this rushed with his blood. — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Seite 225 - Not to-day, O Lord, 0 not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown ! 1 Richard's body have interred new; And on it have bestow*d more contrite tears, Than from it issued forced drops of blood. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice a day their...
Seite 345 - The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood, The trumpet spake not to the armed throng And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.