Scenes and Impressions in Egypt and in ItalyLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1825 - 435 Seiten |
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... perhaps , as any road or pro- vince in our native country . I address not the scholar , the man of science , the artist , or the general reader of large information . My humble aim is to give the aspect of what I saw , and the ...
... perhaps , as any road or pro- vince in our native country . I address not the scholar , the man of science , the artist , or the general reader of large information . My humble aim is to give the aspect of what I saw , and the ...
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... Perhaps they were right , and perhaps these people are , as they stated , treacherous , hostile , and not to be trusted ; or perhaps , what they did not state , may be more to the purpose , the crews , Turk , Arab , and African , which ...
... Perhaps they were right , and perhaps these people are , as they stated , treacherous , hostile , and not to be trusted ; or perhaps , what they did not state , may be more to the purpose , the crews , Turk , Arab , and African , which ...
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... perhaps , where no traveller , no human being , has ever trod . Here and there you meet with something of green , —a tree alone , or two , nay , in one vale you may see some eight or ten ; these are the acacias ; small - leaved · ་ and ...
... perhaps , where no traveller , no human being , has ever trod . Here and there you meet with something of green , —a tree alone , or two , nay , in one vale you may see some eight or ten ; these are the acacias ; small - leaved · ་ and ...
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... perhaps ; yet felt with secret reverence and affection ! " * We rode back to the Memnonium , visited some other catacombs to the northward of it , and stopped before many of those which have been converted by the poor Arabs into ...
... perhaps ; yet felt with secret reverence and affection ! " * We rode back to the Memnonium , visited some other catacombs to the northward of it , and stopped before many of those which have been converted by the poor Arabs into ...
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... perhaps , ere the decorations of this , which should have been his last long home , were completed , war called him forth , he perished far away , and the piety or superstition of his succes- sor did suddenly suspend the work and closed ...
... perhaps , ere the decorations of this , which should have been his last long home , were completed , war called him forth , he perished far away , and the piety or superstition of his succes- sor did suddenly suspend the work and closed ...
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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 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 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 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 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 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 345 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; 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.
Seite 358 - Where the car climb'd the Capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site; Chaos of ruins ! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say, "here was, or is,