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A Buckeye Abroad: Or, Wanderings in Europe, and in the Orient Samuel Sullivan Cox Повний перегляд - 1860 |
A Buckeye Abroad; Or, Wanderings in Europe, and in the Orient Samuel Sullivan Cox Повний перегляд - 1859 |
A Buckeye Abroad: Or, Wanderings in Europe, and in the Orient Samuel Sullivan Cox Повний перегляд - 1852 |
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American amid ancient appearance arches beauty boat called castle church crowd deep dressed earth elegant England English enter feet fields fine flowers France French gardens give glory grace green hand head heart hills hour human hundred idea immense isle Italy King ladies land leave light living look marble miles mind mountain moving nature never object once painting palace passed playing present prison Queen reach rich rise road rocks Rome ruins scene seat seems seen shore side soldiers soon soul spirit splendid stand statue stone strange stream streets surrounded temple thing thought thousand tomb towers traveller trees turn valley walk walls wild window wonder
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Сторінка 413 - The moon on the east oriel shone, Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand, "Twixt poplars straight, the osier wand, In many a freakish knot, had twined ; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Сторінка 144 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer cloud, Without our special wonder...
Сторінка 210 - 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 203 - 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 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 433 - When all is done (he concludes), human life is at the greatest and the best but like a froward child, that must be played with, and humoured a little, to keep it quiet, till it falls asleep, and then the care is over.
Сторінка 299 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Сторінка 125 - 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 241 - 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 434 - 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.