A Pilgrim's ReliquaryW. Pickering, 1845 - 448 من الصفحات |
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... hundred towers , and to stir all the clappers of Rabelais " Ville Sonante " into one beflustered jangle of in- dignation and dismay ! Bell , book , and candle could not have done it better ! VAUCLUSE . 17 We set off this morning for a.
... hundred towers , and to stir all the clappers of Rabelais " Ville Sonante " into one beflustered jangle of in- dignation and dismay ! Bell , book , and candle could not have done it better ! VAUCLUSE . 17 We set off this morning for a.
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... hundred and thirty feet , in breadth three hundred and thirty five . As I looked down upon its wild arena from the highest tier of seats , with a meridian sun blazing in the blue vault above me , vineyards and poplars mocking my burning ...
... hundred and thirty feet , in breadth three hundred and thirty five . As I looked down upon its wild arena from the highest tier of seats , with a meridian sun blazing in the blue vault above me , vineyards and poplars mocking my burning ...
الصفحة 68
... hundred yards of the spot where Nero's ashes were scattered to the four winds ; that spot which , polluted by his in- famous remains , was so horribly infested by the Phantoms of his victims , who nightly " Did squeal and gibber in the ...
... hundred yards of the spot where Nero's ashes were scattered to the four winds ; that spot which , polluted by his in- famous remains , was so horribly infested by the Phantoms of his victims , who nightly " Did squeal and gibber in the ...
الصفحة 87
... hundred feet ! There are Statues here each de- serving a Portico and a Cabinet to itself as much as the Belvidere or the Antinous . The Mercury , the Faun and Bacchus , the Euripides , the Minerva , are all capi d'opere . But if one ...
... hundred feet ! There are Statues here each de- serving a Portico and a Cabinet to itself as much as the Belvidere or the Antinous . The Mercury , the Faun and Bacchus , the Euripides , the Minerva , are all capi d'opere . But if one ...
الصفحة 95
... hundred arms , a Briareus in himself ! I never can forget the slow slow billowing of their druidical foliage , or the solemn oracles that the deep Wind breathed from 96 ROMAN NIGHTINGALES . 66 their impenetrable bosoms . The.
... hundred arms , a Briareus in himself ! I never can forget the slow slow billowing of their druidical foliage , or the solemn oracles that the deep Wind breathed from 96 ROMAN NIGHTINGALES . 66 their impenetrable bosoms . The.
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admiration adorned amidst ancient antique Apsis arches architecture Avignon Baths of Titus beautiful behold Belfroy beneath broad Cæsars Castle Cathedral chamber Chambery Chapel Church City Colosseum colours CURIA HOSTILIA dark delight enchanting fancy flowers foliage Frascati Frescoes fscap garden Genius Genoa gloom glorious glory gold golden gorgeous Gothic graceful grandeur green groves heart Heaven hills huge illustrious Imperial Italian King lofty lustre luxuriant machicolated magnificent majestic mansions marble Marigold Window Masinissa melancholy Michael Baumgarten mighty Minster mouldering mountains never night noble Nuremberg o'er old minster once painted Palace Petrarch picturesque pile pillars POEMS Pompeii princely purple repose Rhine Rhone Roman Rome Ruin saloons scarcely sculptured seemed Sepulchre shew solemn steep streets sublime superb SUPPLENDA tapestry Temple Thermæ thing thou Tomb towers town trees Turin turrets Tyrian purple vast Vaucluse vault verdure village walls wild winds wonder woods worthy
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الصفحة 168 - And thy life shall hang in doubt before thee; and thou shalt fear day and night, and shalt have none assurance of thy life. In the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even ! and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were morning! for the fear of thine heart wherewith thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.
الصفحة 250 - A milk-white Hind,* immortal and unchanged, Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged ; Without unspotted, innocent within, She fear'd no danger, for she knew no sin.
الصفحة 287 - Walk about Zion, and go round about her : Tell the towers thereof. Mark ye well her bulwarks, Consider her palaces ; That ye may tell it to the generation following : For this God is our God for ever and ever : He will be our guide even unto death.
الصفحة 248 - Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball, The sword, the mace, the crown imperial The intertissued robe of gold and pearl, The farced title running 'fore the king, The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp That beats upon the high shore of this world...
الصفحة 66 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music!
الصفحة 312 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
الصفحة 201 - Beware !" her vest of gold Broidered with flowers and clasped from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp, And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face ! So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of an innocent heart : It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody.
الصفحة 20 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
الصفحة 298 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High, Have told why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky. When o'er the green undeluged earth, Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, How came the world's gray fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign ! And when its yellow lustre smiled O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God.
الصفحة 89 - When the oldest cask is opened, And the largest lamp is lit; When the chestnuts glow in the embers, And the kid turns on the spit...