Rough Notes of a Visit to Belgium, Sedan, and Paris in September 1870-71

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H. S. King&Company, 1873 - 121 páginas
 

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Página 14 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Página 49 - And mine were nothing, had I such to give; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turned from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Página 19 - Was it a soothing or a mournful thought, Amid this scene of slaughter, as we stood. Where armies had with recent fury fought, To mark how gentle nature still pursued Her quiet course, as if she took no care For what her noblest work had suffered there.
Página 16 - And they whom human succour could not save, Here, in its precincts, found a hasty grave. And here, on marble tablets, set on high, In English lines by foreign workmen traced, The names familiar to an English eye, Their brethren here the fit memorial placed; Whose unadorned inscriptions briefly tell Their gallant comrades...
Página 42 - Or strip the bough whose mellow fruit bestrews The ripening corn beneath it. As mine eyes Turn from the fortified and threatening hill, ' How sweet the prospect of yon watery glade, With its grey rocks clustering in pensive shade — That, shaped...
Página 43 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...
Página iii - Rough Notes of a Visit to Belgium, Sedan, and Paris, in September, 1870-71. Crown 8vo. Cloth, price y. 6a. Aunt Mary's Bran Pie. By the author of
Página 60 - The sacred tapers' lights are gone, Grey moss has clad the altar stone, The holy image is o'erthrown, The bell has ceased to toll. The long ribb'd aisles are burst and shrunk, The holy shrines to ruin sunk, Departed is the pious monk, God's blessing on his soul ! Rediviva.
Página 17 - French, it is asserted, mistaking for some time the red brick wall for the English uniforms. " The Belgian yeoman's garden wall was the safeguard of Europe, whose destinies hung on the possession of this house." In the little chapel is shown a crucifix, saved (as the peasants say) by miracle from the flames, which, after destroying all about it, stopped on reaching the foot of the cross.
Página 82 - I had to go round to the back of the house to get my hunting-cup, which I had left there. When I came out I found Walter already mounted : his mare was not in the same shed with our horses. In a few hurried words he explained that it would be best for him to make off at once, and wait for us in the woods below, to which the clearing sloped down from...

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