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A Buckeye Abroad: Or, Wanderings in Europe, and in the Orient
Samuel Sullivan Cox
Vista completa - 1860
A Buckeye Abroad; Or, Wanderings in Europe, and in the Orient
Samuel Sullivan Cox
Vista completa - 1859
American amid amidst ancient appearance arches beauty boat called castle church columns crowd dark deep dressed earth elegant England English enter feet fine fire flowers France French gardens genius give glory grace green ground hand head heart heaven hills hour human hundred idea isle Italy kind ladies land leave light living look marble miles mind mountain moving nature never object once painting palace passed play present Queen reach rich rise road rocks Rome ruins scene seat seems seen shore side soldiers soon soul spirit splendid stand statues stone strange streets surrounded temple thing thought thousand tomb towers traveller trees turned walk walls wonder
Página 208 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The...
Página 123 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect ? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.
Página 252 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página 201 - God that made the world, and all things therein, seeing that he is Lord of heaven and earth, dwelleth not in temples made with hands...
Página 386 - Witty above her sexe, but that's not all, Wise to salvation was good Mistris Hall, Something of Shakespere was in that, but this Wholy of Him with whom she's now in blisse. Then, passenger, has't ne're a teare To weepe with her that wept with all ? That wept yet set herselfe to chere Them up with comforts cordiall.
Página 208 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse: Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Página 239 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Página 147 - ... breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 145 - This Poem was chiefly written upon the mountainous ruins of the Baths of Caracalla, among the flowery glades and thickets of odoriferous blossoming trees, which are extended in ever winding labyrinths upon its immense platforms and dizzy arches suspended in the air.