Visit to Constantinople and AthensLeavitt, Lord & Company, 1836 - 348 من الصفحات The travel diary of a seagoing tourist, composed from the notes he made to himself after visiting each port. |
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Acropolis admiration affection Alexandria Troas ancient appeared Athens beauty beneath betray bird bosom Bosphorus break Caloyer cast character charms Christian columns Constantinople countenance dark death deep delicate dwellings earth escape feelings female floating flowers force fresh Galata genius Geography grave Greece Greek grief happy harem heart heaven hills hope human Janizaries kindled ladies leave less light look marble Mecca memory mingled monuments moral mosque Mussulman Mycenae nation nature ness never New-York night object once Osmanlie Ottoman Ottoman empire Parthenon passed perhaps perished piety Pinnock's present pride Propontis relic religion render repose rest rich ruins sacred Scamander scarcely sentiment shade shadow ship shore sleep soft solemn spirit splendor spot stand steep stranger stream Sultan sweet swelling tears temple Tenedos thing thou thought tion tomb Troad Troy Female Seminary turban Turk Turkish wave wind young
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الصفحة 26 - THE winds are high on Helle's wave, As on that night of stormy water When Love, who sent, forgot to save The young, the beautiful, the brave, The lonely hope of Sestos
الصفحة 147 - My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss: Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it answers — Yes.
الصفحة 307 - One song employs all nations, and all cry " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us ! " The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other ; and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy, 795 Till nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
الصفحة 147 - Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes ! I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.