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Otras ediciones - Ver todas
A Trip Abroad: Sketches of Men and Manners, People and Places, in Europe John E. Ray Sin vista previa disponible - 2013 |
A Trip Abroad. Sketches of Men and Manners, People and Places, in Europe John E. Ray Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
A Trip Abroad: Sketches of Men and Manners, People and Places, in Europe ... John E. Ray Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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America appearance beautiful becomes begin body Bridge building built cars CHAPTER church clouds comes course covered cross crowned distance door driver English enter Europe eyes face falls feel feet finally five foot four front give grand ground hand head hills hour houses huge hundred interest Italy John keep kind lake land leave light living London look lovely means meet miles morning mountains nearly never night o'clock paintings Palace pass persons picture present pretty reach representing rest rises road ruins scene seat seen side sight soon speak stands steps stone stream streets surrounded tell things thousand throng tower turn twenty walk walls whole wind women wonderful
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Página 140 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God ! God!
Página 140 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows?
Página 140 - Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Página 140 - And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
Página 69 - The Niobe of nations, — there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios...
Página 141 - God ! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice ! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God...
Página 110 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Página 114 - Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder : The young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.
Página 140 - Who filled thy countenance with rosy light ! Who made thee parent of perpetual streams...
Página 140 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?