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261. oldal - Forasmuch then as we are the offspring of God, we ought not to think that the Godhead is like unto gold, or silver, or stone, graven by art and man's device.
200. oldal - THE night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
267. oldal - By that lip I long to taste; By that zone-encircled waist; By all the token-flowers that tell What words can never speak so well ; By love's alternate joy and woe, (j.ov Maid of Athens ! I am gone.
266. oldal - 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, Z<arj fiou, ads dyaxai. By those tresses unconfined, Woo'd by each ^Egean wind; By those lids whose jetty fringe Kiss thy soft cheeks...
268. oldal - Anywhere else this style of decoration would perhaps seem out of place; not so in Athens. It simply serves as a reminder of the fact that once the wealth of art here was so great that half the galleries of the world are filled to-day with the fragments of it that remain. So many statues once existed here, that an Athenian wit declared that it was easier to find a god in Athens than a man!
193. oldal - Perhaps this note-book will be found and sent to you. We have nothing to eat, my feet are already frozen, and I am exhausted; I have strength to write only a few words more. I have left means for C.'s education ; I know you will employ them wisely.
265. oldal - Now, I have told you all." "My Lord," replied Fletcher, "I have not understood a word your Lordship has been saying." "Not understand me?" exclaimed Lord Byron, with a look of the utmost distress, "what a pity! — then it is too late; all is over.
132. oldal - In clouds of spray, Like silver dust, It veils the rock In rainbow hues; And dancing down With music soft, Is lost in air.
265. oldal - I have not understood a word your Lordship has been saying." "Not understand me?" exclaimed Lord Byron, with a look of the utmost distress, "what a pity! — then it is too late; all is over." — "I hope not," answered Fletcher; "but the Lord's will be done!"— "Yes, not mine,
119. oldal - It was the last of countless sunsets which had that day been following each other round the globe. It was the first of countless sunrises, which, hour after hour, in so many continents, would wake to life again a sleeping world. I have seen many impressive sights in many lands, but nothing, until Time for me shall be no more, can equal in solemnity the hour when, standing on this threshold of a continent and on the...

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