Red Letter Days in Europe: With a Glimpse of Northern AfricaG. Sully, 1925 - 435 стор. |
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Red Letter Days in Europe: With a Glimpse of Northern Africa Gertrude Richardson Brigham Повний перегляд - 1925 |
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Algeria Algiers Ameri American ancient Arab arrived artist beautiful Biskra boat boys Bruges bull fight Bussaco Camoens Carthage Castle Cathedral charming château Château-Thierry Church Coimbra Cross crowded Desert Ellen Key English Europe famous favorite Flam Flambeau Flambeau found Flemish France French friends galleries Garden of Allah German girls glimpse Granada Cathedral grand guest honor King Lady land later Latvia Lisbon London lovely Madame Madrid Miss Ellen Key modern monument Moorish morning mother motor mountains Mouroux Museum native never night once painter paintings palace Paris party passengers peasants perhaps play Poland Polish popular portraits Portugal Portuguese Prince Queen Riga Roman Roumanian royal ruins Russian Saadi Saint sculpture seemed soldiers Spain Spanish streets Sunday Tangier to-day tomb tour tourists tower town travelers Tunis Vienna Viktor Flambeau village visitors Warsaw Washington women young
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Сторінка iii - That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among the ruins of lona.
Сторінка 39 - 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...
Сторінка 63 - In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Сторінка 325 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea. And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free, For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Сторінка 28 - 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 21 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Сторінка 242 - A sunbeam which hath lost its way, And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left; Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp...
Сторінка 231 - While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; 'When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; 'And when Rome falls — the World.
Сторінка 79 - Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country, ever is at home.
Сторінка 16 - Woe and pain, pain and woe, Are my lot, night and noon. To see your bright face clouded so, Like to the mournful moon. But yet will I rear your throne Again in golden sheen: Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone, My Dark Rosaleen!