A Transatlantic Tour: Comprising Travels in Great Britain, France, Holland, Belgium, Germany, Switzerland and Italy...Perkins & Purves, 1845 - 391 стор. |
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... hall , Mortimer's tower , the Gallery - tower , and , be- tween these last , the Tilt - yard , where the tournaments were held . During the first hour of my visit , I was repeatedly driven for shelter to the more protected parts of the ...
... hall , Mortimer's tower , the Gallery - tower , and , be- tween these last , the Tilt - yard , where the tournaments were held . During the first hour of my visit , I was repeatedly driven for shelter to the more protected parts of the ...
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... small , Among court ladies all despised , Why didst thou rend it from that hall , Where , scornful Earl , it well was prized ! ' Mong rural beauties I was one , Among the 3 * ENGLAND . 21 voked the stately arch, which he had built in ...
... small , Among court ladies all despised , Why didst thou rend it from that hall , Where , scornful Earl , it well was prized ! ' Mong rural beauties I was one , Among the 3 * ENGLAND . 21 voked the stately arch, which he had built in ...
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... Hall , And many an oak that grew thereby . " It was this stanza , which , captivating the youthful ear of Scott , after dwelling in his memory and kindling his imagi- nation for a series of years , at length gave origin to the splen ...
... Hall , And many an oak that grew thereby . " It was this stanza , which , captivating the youthful ear of Scott , after dwelling in his memory and kindling his imagi- nation for a series of years , at length gave origin to the splen ...
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... hall , & c . , I sat down on a fragment of rock in front , and gazed on the gray walls on which the moon was now shedding her silver ra- diance . It was " the very witching time of night " —the hour when the ghosts of departed warriors ...
... hall , & c . , I sat down on a fragment of rock in front , and gazed on the gray walls on which the moon was now shedding her silver ra- diance . It was " the very witching time of night " —the hour when the ghosts of departed warriors ...
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... Hall , is also near his own . The following quaint , but smoothly flowing lines , commemo- rating her virtues , though now obliterated from the stone , have been preserved by antiquarian care : Witty above her sexe , but that's not all ...
... Hall , is also near his own . The following quaint , but smoothly flowing lines , commemo- rating her virtues , though now obliterated from the stone , have been preserved by antiquarian care : Witty above her sexe , but that's not all ...
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Сторінка 109 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Сторінка 178 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Сторінка 267 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Сторінка 384 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Сторінка 150 - There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments ; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large and of a dark cast, which glowed, I say literally glowed, when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my time.
Сторінка 268 - I saw them — and they were the same, They were not changed like me in frame; I saw their thousand years of snow On high — their wide long lake below. And the blue Rhone in fullest flow...
Сторінка 192 - To men of other minds my fancy flies, Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land, And, sedulous to stop the coming tide, Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride. Onward, methinks, and diligently slow, The firm connected bulwark seems to grow; Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar, Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore...
Сторінка 319 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the day joins the past Eternity; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Сторінка 267 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies...
Сторінка 59 - Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.