My First Visit to Europe: Or, Sketches of Society, Scenery, and Antiquities, in England, Wales, Ireland, Scotland, and FranceG.P. Putnam, 1851 - 214 стор. |
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... gives value to the grain . Besides , did the reaper bear his burden to a foreign mart , to unsym- pathizing strangers , he might well tremble lest his little load might find no buyer : but now he brings the harvest home , where , few ...
... gives value to the grain . Besides , did the reaper bear his burden to a foreign mart , to unsym- pathizing strangers , he might well tremble lest his little load might find no buyer : but now he brings the harvest home , where , few ...
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... give up the dead , To beatific beauty then reborn ! Then why reluct at thought of such a bed ? THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE hath said- I will illume the darkness of thy tomb ! Light shall flash up and scatter all his gloom , And in the ...
... give up the dead , To beatific beauty then reborn ! Then why reluct at thought of such a bed ? THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE hath said- I will illume the darkness of thy tomb ! Light shall flash up and scatter all his gloom , And in the ...
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... gives promise of a sentimental journey , rather than a narrative of interesting facts and observations , he will please to recollect that three weeks upon the ocean give time for thoughts and feelings very different from those which ...
... gives promise of a sentimental journey , rather than a narrative of interesting facts and observations , he will please to recollect that three weeks upon the ocean give time for thoughts and feelings very different from those which ...
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... gives a vigorous puff and a snort or two - whiff ! phit - phit ! and away he goes , at the top of his speed , breathing hot steam , smoke and cinders ! We glide beautifully over the iron road ; and the iron horse carries all before him ...
... gives a vigorous puff and a snort or two - whiff ! phit - phit ! and away he goes , at the top of his speed , breathing hot steam , smoke and cinders ! We glide beautifully over the iron road ; and the iron horse carries all before him ...
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... give to their pigs . I thought of Esop's fox in the brambles , and so made a virtue of necessity by quaffing it instanter . For this I paid his Lordship the Marquis of Westminster one penny sterling , which will doubtless help to swell ...
... give to their pigs . I thought of Esop's fox in the brambles , and so made a virtue of necessity by quaffing it instanter . For this I paid his Lordship the Marquis of Westminster one penny sterling , which will doubtless help to swell ...
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Сторінка 46 - ... made a scourge of small cords, he drove them all out of the temple, and the sheep, and the oxen ; and poured out the changers...
Сторінка 214 - And behold I am with thee, and will keep thee in all places whither thou goest, and will bring thee again into this land; for I will not leave thee, until I have done that which I have spoken to thee of.
Сторінка 135 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dissolve ; And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind ! we are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Сторінка 61 - With head up-raised, and look intent, And eye and ear attentive bent, And locks flung back, and lips apart, Like monument of Grecian art, In listening mood, she seemed to stand The guardian Naiad of the strand.
Сторінка 151 - Now to the sister hills-j- that skirt her plain, To lofty Harrow now, and now to where Majestic Windsor lifts his princely brow. In lovely contrast to this glorious view, Calmly magnificent, then will we turn To where the silver Thames first rural grows.
Сторінка 193 - Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear, That mourns thy exit from a world like this ; Forgive the wish that would have kept thee here, And stayed thy progress to the seats of bliss • No more confined to grov'ling scenes of night, No more a tenant pent in mortal clay, Now should we rather hail thy glorious flight, And trace thy journey to the realms of day.
Сторінка 43 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Сторінка 85 - If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight; F»r the gay "beams .of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruina gray.
Сторінка 101 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep,* And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone : The battled towers, the donjon keep,* The loophole grates, where captives weep, The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
Сторінка 85 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...