The American Fugitive in Europe: Sketches of Places and People AbroadSheldon, Lamport & Blakeman, 1855 - 315 страници |
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... pointed out to us as the birthplace of Thomas Moore , the poet . The following verse from one of his poems was continually in my mind while viewing this house : " Where is the slave so lowly , Condemned to chains unholy , Who , could he ...
... pointed out to us as the birthplace of Thomas Moore , the poet . The following verse from one of his poems was continually in my mind while viewing this house : " Where is the slave so lowly , Condemned to chains unholy , Who , could he ...
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... been effected , and , pointing solemnly to the past , I say let this day be ever held memorable ; let the twenty - fourth of August , 1572 , be remembered only for the purpose of being compared with 70 PLACES AND PEOPLE ABROAD .
... been effected , and , pointing solemnly to the past , I say let this day be ever held memorable ; let the twenty - fourth of August , 1572 , be remembered only for the purpose of being compared with 70 PLACES AND PEOPLE ABROAD .
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... pointed out to us the fountain of Diana . But I will not attempt to describe to you any of the very beautiful sculptured gods and goddesses here . With a single friend I paid a visit to the two Trianons . The larger was , we were told ...
... pointed out to us the fountain of Diana . But I will not attempt to describe to you any of the very beautiful sculptured gods and goddesses here . With a single friend I paid a visit to the two Trianons . The larger was , we were told ...
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... pointed out as the place where Napoleon reviewed that formidable army of his , before its departure for Russia . From the Tuileries I took a stroll through the Place de la Concorde , which has connected with it so many acts of cruelty ...
... pointed out as the place where Napoleon reviewed that formidable army of his , before its departure for Russia . From the Tuileries I took a stroll through the Place de la Concorde , which has connected with it so many acts of cruelty ...
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... pointed out to me . It ing the first revolution it was with whom Robespierre lodged . great man of the revolution was is small , and the ceiling low , with two windows looking out upon the court . The pin upon which the blue coat once ...
... pointed out to me . It ing the first revolution it was with whom Robespierre lodged . great man of the revolution was is small , and the ceiling low , with two windows looking out upon the court . The pin upon which the blue coat once ...
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Страница 150 - Near this spot are deposited the Remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity. Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man without his Vices.
Страница 129 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Страница 202 - The time shall come, when free as seas or wind Unbounded Thames ° shall flow for all mankind ; Whole nations enter with each swelling tide, And seas but join the regions they divide ; Earth's distant ends our glory shall behold, And the new world launch forth to seek the old.
Страница 251 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Страница 91 - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined; Thou wouldst 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.
Страница 158 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Страница 270 - Where should Othello go? — Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity. — O cursed, cursed slave ! — Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight! Blow me about in winds ! roast me in sulphur ! Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire ! — O Desdemona!