A Buckeye Abroad: Or, Wanderings in Europe, and in the OrientG. P. Putnam, 1852 - 444 стор. |
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A Buckeye Abroad: Or, Wanderings in Europe, and in the Orient Samuel Sullivan Cox Повний перегляд - 1860 |
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Acropolis adorned American amid amidst ancient arches Athens Austria beauty boat Bosphorus castle Chatsworth church columns Constantinople Corfu crowd Crystal Palace dome dressed earth elegant England English feet flowers Fountain Abbey France French gallery gardens genius Genoa glacier glittering glory golden grace Greece green heart heaven hills human immense isles Italy ladies land light lofty Lombardy look marble miles mind Mont Blanc monument mountain Naples Napoleon nature noble painting palace passed Peter's Pireus Pompeii prison Protestantism Prussia Queen repose rise rocks Roman Rome ruins scene seems seen shadow shore side Smyrna soldiers soul spirit splendid spot stand steamer stone strange streets sublimity Sultan surrounded sweet Tarpeian Rock temple thing thousand tion tomb towers trees vale valley Venice walk walls wonder
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Сторінка 208 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The...
Сторінка 123 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect ? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.
Сторінка 252 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Сторінка 201 - God that made the world, and all things therein, seeing that he is Lord of heaven and earth, dwelleth not in temples made with hands...
Сторінка 386 - Witty above her sexe, but that's not all, Wise to salvation was good Mistris Hall, Something of Shakespere was in that, but this Wholy of Him with whom she's now in blisse. Then, passenger, has't ne're a teare To weepe with her that wept with all ? That wept yet set herselfe to chere Them up with comforts cordiall.
Сторінка 208 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse: Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Сторінка 239 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Сторінка 147 - ... breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Сторінка 145 - This Poem was chiefly written upon the mountainous ruins of the Baths of Caracalla, among the flowery glades and thickets of odoriferous blossoming trees, which are extended in ever winding labyrinths upon its immense platforms and dizzy arches suspended in the air.
Сторінка 430 - Ever drifting, drifting, drifting On the shifting Currents of the restless heart; Till at length in books recorded, They, like hoarded Household words, no more depart.