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... feel in transports when I stand before them ; and I hope for life and health to be enabled to emulate their beauties ... feeling for purity , both in design and colouring , which cannot be too much admired . The expression of the ...
... feel in transports when I stand before them ; and I hope for life and health to be enabled to emulate their beauties ... feeling for purity , both in design and colouring , which cannot be too much admired . The expression of the ...
الصفحة 5
... feel how much we have to learn , and also to feel that , unless we are willing to make our pleasures bend to our studies , it would be better for us to forsake the arts altogether , and learn some mechanical trade . Yesterday , we ...
... feel how much we have to learn , and also to feel that , unless we are willing to make our pleasures bend to our studies , it would be better for us to forsake the arts altogether , and learn some mechanical trade . Yesterday , we ...
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... feel disposed to forego the pleasure of obtaining the best view of the scenery that we could have ; and therefore we put up with the annoyance . The ascent of the Jura exhibits bold , Alpine scenery ; and , as we had to walk up the ...
... feel disposed to forego the pleasure of obtaining the best view of the scenery that we could have ; and therefore we put up with the annoyance . The ascent of the Jura exhibits bold , Alpine scenery ; and , as we had to walk up the ...
الصفحة 11
... feel quite composed upon it ; and , as I have observed before , there are , in many parts of the ascent , no walls to protect the passenger from falling down the precipices , in case of an accident ; so that it can scarcely be ...
... feel quite composed upon it ; and , as I have observed before , there are , in many parts of the ascent , no walls to protect the passenger from falling down the precipices , in case of an accident ; so that it can scarcely be ...
الصفحة 13
... feels within his bosom the feeblest ray of genius , must be struck with astonishment on beholding the works of that Being , who spreads before his creatures , the mighty Mont Blanc , with its ice - clad throne , -surrounded by its ...
... feels within his bosom the feeblest ray of genius , must be struck with astonishment on beholding the works of that Being , who spreads before his creatures , the mighty Mont Blanc , with its ice - clad throne , -surrounded by its ...
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الصفحة 21 - Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth ? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light ? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams ! And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad ! Who called you forth from night and utter death, From dark and icy caverns called you forth, Down those precipitous, black, jagged Rocks, For ever shattered and the same for ever...
الصفحة 141 - And behold, a woman in the city which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster box of ointment, and stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.
الصفحة 103 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
الصفحة 102 - Arches on arches ! as it were that Rome, Collecting the chief trophies of her line, Would build up all her triumphs in one dome, Her Coliseum stands...
الصفحة 101 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye. ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within...
الصفحة 70 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald...
الصفحة 12 - But who can paint Like Nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers ? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill, And lose them in each other, as appears In every bud that blows...
الصفحة 101 - Where the car climb'd the capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site: — Chaos of ruins ! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say, "here was, or is,
الصفحة 101 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.
الصفحة 13 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.