Ruins of Many Lands: A Descriptive PoemW. Tegg, 1850 - 394 стор. |
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ages ancient arch Athens Baalbec Babylon beam beautiful beneath bowers Brahmins breath bright brow built burning called calm Carthage cave charm columns Copán crown Ctesiphon dark deep desert doom Doric order dreams e'en earth edifice Egypt Egyptian erected Euphrates fair fame famous feet fire flowers gaze gleam glide gloom glory glow grace grave Greece Greek hath heart heaven Herodotus hills kings land light lone marble mouldering mound mountains mourn ne'er Nebuchadnezzar Nile Nineveh Nubia o'er once palace Palmyra Parthenon Pausanias Persepolis Persian Pharaohs pile pillars plain Pompeii pride Ptolemy pyramid race reign rich rise rock Roman Rome round ruins sacred Samaria scene sculptures Semiramis shore shrine side sigh skies smile soft soul spread stands stone Strabo stream sweep sweet tears temple Thebes thee thou throne tomb towers trees vale walls wandering wave weep wild Zoroaster
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Сторінка 140 - If these writings of the Greeks agree with the book of God, they are useless, and need not be preserved ; if they disagree, they are pernicious, and ought to be destroyed.
Сторінка 379 - Also he built Beth-horon the upper, and Beth-horon the nether, fenced cities, with walls, gates, and bars...
Сторінка 204 - Weeping she sits, a lone and dying thing, Beneath the yew, and years no solace bring : What is she now ? — a dream of wonder past, A tombless skeleton, dark, lone, and vast, Whose heart of fire hath long, long ceased to burn, Whose ribs of marble e'en to dust return.
Сторінка 333 - When perished all things costly, bright, and fair, And left, as now, these pillars stern and bare. The feast is spread ; around the monarch shine Those earth-born pomps weak mortals deem divine; High sits he on his throne of gems and gold, Bright-starred and purple robes his limbs enfold ; No crown adorns his brow, for festive hours Have wreathed his head with Bacchus' bloomy flowers; Lamps, hung in silver chains, a softened glow Shed on the warrior chiefs that group below.
Сторінка 164 - Speaking, •with trumpet-voice, of nobler days ! , ' Athens ! thou birth-place of the great, the free ! Though bowed thy power, and dimmed thy name may be, Though old Renown's once dazzling sun hath set, Fair beams the star of Memory o'er thee yet. City ! where sang the bard, and taught the sage, , Thy shrines may fall, thou ne'er wilt know old age ; Fresh shall thy image glow in every heart, And, but with Time's last hour, thy fame depart.
Сторінка 52 - Nilus' side, Obelisks to heaven high lift their sculptured pride ; Rows of dark sphinxes, sweeping far away, Lead to proud fanes, and tombs august as they, Colossal chiefs in granite sit around, As wrapped in thought, or sunk in grief profound. Titans or gods sure built these walls that stand Defying years, and Ruin's wasting hand. So vast, sublime the view, we almost deem We rove, spell-bound, through some fantastic dream, Sweep through the halls that Typhon rears below, And see, in yon dark Nile,...
Сторінка 103 - OH, who Cabul's sweet region may behold, When spring laughs out, or autumn sows her gold, The meadows, orchards, streams that glide in light, Nor deem lost Irem charms again his sight; That wondrous garden rivalling Eden's bloom, Too blessed for man to view, this side the tomb ? Flowers here, of every scent and form and dye, Lift their bright heads, and laugh upon the sky, From the tall tulip with her rich streaked bell, Where throned in state, Queen Mab is proud to dwell, To lowly wind-flowers gaudier...
Сторінка 222 - Alas ! these shores are waste and lonely now ; Dark nameless ruins crown Misenum's brow ; Fall'n towers, crushed temples, villas 'neath the deep,* Tell sorrowing tales and ancient secrets keep. Approach yon relic, scan its mouldering wall, Age, crime, and myst'ry o'er it spread their pall ; There sleeps a Roman empress — dark her doom, The Furies haunt, 'tis said, the blood-stained tomb, And when the labouring moon her crescent fills, Low trumpets wail along the neighbouring hills.* But fair and...
Сторінка 372 - Farewell ! — on Olivet's famed mount we stand, And view once more this sad but glorious land ; Here, lost in thought, the bard might linger long, But we must break our dream, and close our song. The sun with purple paints the western hills, And earth and heaven a holy quiet fills ; Calm in her desolation Salem sleeps, Round Omar's mosque the tall green cypress weeps...
Сторінка 221 - The priceless lore which hallows and endears. Each ruin tells a tale ; rock, grove, and stream, The classic haunt of some bright spirit seem. What rises near?