Travels in Italy, Greece, and the Ionian Islands: In a Series of Letters, Descriptive of Manners, Scenery, and the Fine Arts, المجلد 2

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A. Constable and Company;[etc.,etc.,], 1820
 

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الصفحة 388 - Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth...
الصفحة 281 - Self-open'd into halls, where who can tell What elegance and grandeur wide expand, The pride of Turkey and of Persia land ? Soft quilts on quilts, on carpets carpets spread, And couches stretch'd around in seemly band ; And endless pillows rise to prop the head ; So that each spacious room was one full-swelling bed.
الصفحة 276 - Where on the ^Egean shore a city stands Built nobly, pure the air, and light the soil ; Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence, native to famous wits Or hospitable, in her sweet recess, City or suburban, studious walks and shades ; See there the olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long ; There flowery hill Hymettus, with the sound Of bees...
الصفحة 376 - Out upon Time ! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before ! Out upon Time ! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve...
الصفحة 278 - Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give me back my heart! Or, since that has left my breast, Keep it now, and take the rest! Hear my vow before I go, ZtoT) p,ou, ads d^aira>. By those tresses unconfined, Woo'd by each /Egean wind; By those lids whose jetty fringe Kiss thy soft cheeks...
الصفحة 144 - Four acres was th' allotted space of ground, Fenced with a green enclosure all around. Tall thriving trees confess'd the fruitful mould; The reddening apple ripens here to gold. Here the blue fig with luscious juice o'erflows, With deeper red the full pomegranate glows, The branch here bends beneath the weighty pear, 150 And verdant olives flourish round the year.
الصفحة 156 - And knew not until the flood came, and took them all away; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. Then shall two be in the field; the one shall be taken, and the other left.
الصفحة 282 - Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where, Where are thy men of might?, thy grand in soul? Gone — glimmering through the dream of things that were : First in the race that led to Glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away — is this the whole?
الصفحة 265 - I steal impatient from the sordid haunts Of Strife and low Ambition, to attend Thy sacred presence in the sylvan shade, By their malignant footsteps ne'er profan'd.
الصفحة 145 - ... deeper Red the full Pomegranate glows, The Branch here bends beneath the weighty Pear, And verdant Olives flourish round the Year. The balmy Spirit of the Western Gale Eternal breathes on Fruits untaught to fail: Each dropping Pear a following Pear supplies, On Apples Apples, Figs on Figs arise: The same mild Season gives the Blooms to blow, The Buds to harden, and the Fruits to grow. Here order'd Vines in equal Ranks appear With all th...

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