A Trip Abroad: Sketches of Men and Manners, People and Places, in EuropeEdwards, Broughton, 1882 - 247 páginas |
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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 - 2018 |
A Trip Abroad. Sketches of Men and Manners, People and Places, in Europe John E. Ray Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
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Alpnach America Apennines arches beautiful boat bosom Bridge brooklets built cars carved Christ church cliffs clouds comes covered crowned distance door drink elegant Europe eyes fall feel feet high fifty foot front gallery glide grand hand head hills HOLYROOD PALACE horses hour houses huge hundred feet interest Italy John Bunyan Julius Cæsar king of day lady lake Lake Zug land Loch Katrine London look lovely magnificent marble MELROSE ABBEY miles Mount Pilatus mountains Napoleon Napoleon Bonaparte nearly night o'clock paintings Palace pass picture Pisa Pompeii pretty priests Queen railroad rain reach Rhine road Robert Raikes Roman Rome ruins scene Scotland seat seen side sight soon specimens splendid stands stone stream streets tell things thousand throng tomb tower vehicles Venice walk walls 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?