Echoes of Europe: Or, Word Pictures of Travel

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J. Challen & Son, 1860 - 693 halaman
 

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Halaman 225 - But why do I talk of Death ? That phantom of grisly bone ? I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep ; Oh, God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap...
Halaman 55 - It is my wish that my ashes may repose on the banks of the Seine, in the midst of the French people, whom I have loved so well.
Halaman 398 - The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago. The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber!
Halaman 398 - 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.
Halaman 333 - I speak to Time and to Eternity, Of which I grow a portion, not to man. Ye elements ! in which to be resolved I hasten, let my voice be as a spirit Upon you ! Ye blue waves ! which bore my banner, Ye winds ! which...
Halaman 116 - Mountains have fallen, Leaving a gap in the clouds, and with the shock Rocking their Alpine brethren ; filling up The ripe green valleys with destruction's splinters ; Damming the rivers with a sudden dash, Which crush'd the waters into mist, and made Their fountains find another channel — thus, Thus, in its old age, did Mount Rosenberg— Why stood I not beneath it ? C.
Halaman 257 - In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, With thy bells of Shandon That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Halaman 191 - Greeks never would have imagined such goddesses if they had not seen such women, and our modern civilisation is imperfect if it does not provide a place and sphere for such types of womanhood. It takes all sorts of people to make up a world, and there ought to be provision, toleration, and free course for all sorts." " Well, youngster," said my uncle, " I think you'll write tolerable leaders for some Radical paper, one of these days ; but you fellows that want to get into the chariot of the sun and...
Halaman 186 - WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see ! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me ? Not more than others I deserve, Yet God has given me more ; For I have food, while others starve, Or beg from door to door.
Halaman 473 - To bear the ills they have, Than fly to others that they know not of.

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