 | Dublin city, univ - 1875 - 386 страници
...interest from their very nakedness and immensity, and have something of the solemn grandeur of the ocean. In ranging over these boundless wastes, the eye catches...attended by a lonely herdsman, motionless as a statue, with his long slender pike tapering up like a lance into the air ; or, beholds a long train of mules... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1877 - 290 страници
...the door; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, A weary waste expanding to the skies; Where'er 1 roam, whatever realms I see, My heart untravelled fondly turns to thee, Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain And drags at each remove a lengthening chain. Oliver... | |
 | William Dwight Whitney - 1877 - 300 страници
...deserved her doom might be, Her treachery was faith to me. Whate'er he be, 't was not what he had been. Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart, untravelled, fondly turns to thee. XXVIII. Omission of that; dependent clauses of addition: §§ 436-7. Thou see'st I am calm. No wonder... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1877 - 294 страници
...the door; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, A weary waste expanding to the skies; Where'er 1 roam, whatever realms I see, My heart untravelled fondly turns to thee, Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain And drags at each remove a lengthening chain. Oliver... | |
 | Joseph Samuel Exell - 1879 - 632 страници
...abroad, Ъг carried this tether, and was pulled back aga:a by the Passover or some other feast. " Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see. My heart untravelled fondly turns to thee ; Still to Mount Siou turns with ceaseless strain, And drags at each remove a lengthening cbjiin."*... | |
 | Isabella Lucy Bird - 1880 - 348 страници
...cabin a true English home. " England, with all thy faults, I love thee still !" I can truly say, " Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see. My heart, untravelled, fondly turns to thee," If it swerved a little in the Sandwich Islands, it is true to the Pole now ! Surely one advantage of... | |
 | 1881 - 644 страници
...around the altar of the household ! Such a son may say in the words of Goldsmith's " Traveller : " " Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see. My heart, untravelled, fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain." Some... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1882 - 712 страници
...interest from their very nakedness and immensity, and have something of the solemn grandeur of the ocean. In ranging over these boundless wastes, the eye catches sight, here and there, of a s'raggling herd of cattle attended by a lonely herdsman, motionless as a statue, with his long slender... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1884 - 544 страници
...their very nakedness and immensity, and possess, in some degree, the solemn grandeur of the ocean. In ranging over these boundless wastes, the eye catches...attended by a lonely herdsman, motionless as a statue, with his long slender pike tapering up like a lance into the air; or beholds a long train of mules... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 498 страници
...stranger shuts the door ; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart, untravelled, fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a length'ning chain. Eternal... | |
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... the solemn grandeur of the ocean. In ranging over these boundless wastes, the eye catches sight here and there of a straggling herd of cattle attended by a lonely herdsman, motionless as a statue, with his long slender pike tapering up like a lance... 
