Letters from EuropeT. B. Peterson & brothers, 1867 - 406 стор. |
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Сторінка 215 - Enter -. its grandeur overwhelms thee not ; And why? it is not lessen'd ; but thy mind, Expanded by the genius of the spot, Has grown colossal, and can only find A fit abode, wherein appear enshrined Thy hopes of immortality ; and thou Shalt one day, if found worthy, so defined, See thy God face to face, as thou dost now His Holy of Holies, nor be blasted by his brow.
Сторінка 294 - And then I stole all courtesy from heaven, And dress'd myself in such humility, That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths, Even in the presence of the crowned king.
Сторінка 108 - Jesus' sake, forbeare To dig the dust enclosed here: Blessed be the man that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
Сторінка 108 - This figure that thou here seest put, It was for gentle Shakespeare cut, Wherein the graver had a strife With nature, to out-do the life. O, could he but have drawn his wit As well in brass as he hath hit His face — the print would then surpass All that was ever writ in brass. But since he cannot, Reader, look Not on his picture, but his book.
Сторінка 71 - Thine eyes shall see the king in his beauty: they shall behold the land that is very far off.
Сторінка 299 - IN the beginning of the new Works of St. Paul's, an Incident was taken notice of by some People as a memorable Omen, when the Surveyor in Person had set out, upon the Place, the Dimensions of the great Dome, and fixed upon the Centre ; a. common Labourer was ordered to bring a flat Stone from the Heaps of Rubbish, (such as should first come to Hand) to be laid for a Mark and Direction to the Masons; the Stone which...
Сторінка 167 - It is my wish that my ashes may repose on the banks of the Seine, in the midst of the French people, whom I have loved so well.
Сторінка 64 - ... it is carted away; the passages are all kept clean and lighted with gas without any cost to the tenants; water from cisterns in the roof is distributed by pipes into every tenement and there are baths free for all who desire to use them. Laundries, with wringing machines and drying lofts, are at the service of every inmate, who is thus relieved from the inconvenience of damp vapours in his apartments and the consequent damage to his furniture and bedding.
Сторінка 307 - It has on the east part a tower palatine, very large and very strong ; whose court and walls rise up from a deep foundation ; the mortar is tempered with the blood of beasts.
Сторінка 169 - Pity, for thee, shall weep her fountains dry ! Mercy, for thee, shall bankrupt all her store! Valor shall pluck a garland from on high ! And Honor twine the wreath thy temples o'er...