 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 326 страници
...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... | |
 | Howard Payson Arnold - 1886 - 360 страници
...anticipated from a separation which had so strikingly illustrated the familiar lines of the poet : — " 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." Dr. Warren's... | |
 | Falmouth (Mass.) - 1887 - 166 страници
...hearts of its living and scattered sons and daughters, each one echoing the thought of Goldsmith : Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart untravelled fondly turns to thee. Music by the Cadet Band. THE PRESIDENT. It is matter of great regret that as these exercises did not... | |
 | Susan Dabney Smedes - 1887 - 360 страници
...sentiment : "By Colonel Thos. S. Dabney: 'The citizens of Gloucester County, in the Old Dominion : '" Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart, untravelled, fondly turns to thee; Still to my brothers turns with ceaseless paint And drags, at each remove, a lengthened chain." ' "By... | |
 | Robert Waters - 1888 - 362 страници
...manhood. Like the English poet already quoted, with whom he had much in common, he could exclaim : Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart, untravelled, fondly turns to thee ; Still to my kindred turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags, at each remove, a lengthening chain. CHAPTER... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1894 - 494 страници
...thcir very nakedness and immensity, and possess, in some degrce, the solemn grandenr of the ocean. In ranging over these boundless wastes the eye catches...of a straggling herd of cattle attended by a lonely hcnl-man, motion!**.- as a statue, with his long slender pike tapcring up like a lance into the air,... | |
 | Elbert Hubbard - 1895 - 490 страници
...who can read the opening lines of The Traveller without a misty something coming ovei his vision : 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. This... | |
 | Elbert Hubbard - 1895 - 438 страници
...who can read the opening lines of The Traveller without a misty something coming over his vision : 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. This... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1898 - 70 страници
...man who can read the ing lines of " The Traveller " without a misty something coming over his vision: 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. is the... | |
 | D. Brown Anderson - 1899 - 398 страници
...on his return, the sentiment was in his mind, if not on his lips, " There's no place like home." " Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee." The Professor generally came to " The Loaning" for the summer months about the second week in June,... | |
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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... 
