Evenings Abroad. By the author of “Sketches of Corfu” [i.e. Mrs. Maclellan].Smith, Elder, 1836 - 332 oldal |
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44. oldal
... close my chronicle ; if I were writing a story , I would do so : but , alas ! alas ! for them who trace a mortal life from the cradle to the grave ! How often must they pause , to sigh over the record of hopes blighted - faith pledged ...
... close my chronicle ; if I were writing a story , I would do so : but , alas ! alas ! for them who trace a mortal life from the cradle to the grave ! How often must they pause , to sigh over the record of hopes blighted - faith pledged ...
69. oldal
... close to the ground , as if just plucked and flung there ; blossoms and bells of every colour in the rainbow , and tinted as softly , as brightly as though the pencil that tinted them had drawn its colours thence , -oh , for the power ...
... close to the ground , as if just plucked and flung there ; blossoms and bells of every colour in the rainbow , and tinted as softly , as brightly as though the pencil that tinted them had drawn its colours thence , -oh , for the power ...
85. oldal
... close to the shores of the Lago Maggiore ; the low mountains that skirt the lake had lost their clear , sharp outline beneath the softening hues of twilight . Isola Madre slept on the quiet waters , like a spot sacred to peace ; not a ...
... close to the shores of the Lago Maggiore ; the low mountains that skirt the lake had lost their clear , sharp outline beneath the softening hues of twilight . Isola Madre slept on the quiet waters , like a spot sacred to peace ; not a ...
88. oldal
... close by , we slept the travellers ' dreamless sleep ! The next day was a grand fête - day , - " All Saints , " and we found amusement enough in watching the people returning from mass . Such groups ! so novel , and so odd ! Austrian ...
... close by , we slept the travellers ' dreamless sleep ! The next day was a grand fête - day , - " All Saints , " and we found amusement enough in watching the people returning from mass . Such groups ! so novel , and so odd ! Austrian ...
109. oldal
... close by one of the grottoes which extend to the water's edge , and Leo , assisting his sister to land , entered with the air of one who treads accustomed ground . It was now midsummer , and the palms and trembling mimosas which occupy ...
... close by one of the grottoes which extend to the water's edge , and Leo , assisting his sister to land , entered with the air of one who treads accustomed ground . It was now midsummer , and the palms and trembling mimosas which occupy ...
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Evenings Abroad, by the Author of 'Sketches of Corfu' Frances Maclellan Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
Evenings Abroad, by the Author of 'Sketches of Corfu' Frances Maclellan Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2019 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
amusement Ancona Andrea Gritti answered arms Astartè Barbara Bayard beauty blessed Boccacio bower brave breath bright brother brow Camillo castle cheek child couch countenance D'Aubigny dark dear death deep delightful desolate dream dwell fair fair brow fair city father feel Fiore flowers garden gaze gentle girl gondola grief Guelphs and Ghibellines hand happiness heart hither holy hope hour Ippolita Italy lady Lago Maggiore land Laura light look Ludovico Il Moro lute Milan Minna Mirandola Montalto morning mother mountain mournful never night noble numbers o'er Olimpia Padua palace pale passed Pescara Petrarch pray prayer rest rich Rimini round scarcely scene sigh silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spoke stood sweet Talcy tears thee Theodore thing thou thought treasure trees trembling Venetian Venice Verona Violet voice wandering watch waters weary wherein window words young
Népszerű szakaszok
82. oldal - Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste More rich than other climes' fertility : Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
240. oldal - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.
218. oldal - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
286. oldal - THE Sea, the sea, the open sea, The blue, the fresh, the ever free : Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round : It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies, Or like a cradled creature lies.
30. oldal - Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face, The mirror where the stars and mountains view The stillness of their aspect in each trace Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue...
286. oldal - THE SEA The Sea! the Sea! the open Sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies.
xii. oldal - Good-night to the Season! the dances, The fillings of hot little rooms, The glancings of rapturous glances, The fancyings of fancy costumes; The pleasures which fashion makes duties, The praisings of fiddles and flutes, The luxury of looking at beauties, The tedium of talking to mutes; The female diplomatists, planners Of matches for Laura and Jane, The ice of her Ladyship's manners, The ice of his Lordship's champagne.
218. oldal - Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! But unto us she hath a spell beyond Her name in story...
286. oldal - I never was on the dull tame shore, But I loved the great Sea more and more, And backwards flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird...
174. oldal - It is a good thing and a wise to be able, with a few books and a little needlework, to give any room, however strange and desolate, a look of home — to be able to pursue our usual employments anywhere at a moment's notice : and a blessing beyond wealth, beyond beauty, or even beyond talent, is that cheerful temperament, which can rejoice in the sunshine, yet be merry in the shade, which can delight in the birds singing in spring, yet solace itself with the heart's own music when winter is at hand.