Evenings Abroad. By the author of “Sketches of Corfu” [i.e. Mrs. Maclellan].Smith, Elder, 1836 - 332 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 51 találatból.
13. oldal
... rich mellow light of an October sun streamed through the trees , adding the variety of light and shade to the variety of colour , and almost arousing to motion a Parian statue of Diana , dimly seen through the flickering foliage , while ...
... rich mellow light of an October sun streamed through the trees , adding the variety of light and shade to the variety of colour , and almost arousing to motion a Parian statue of Diana , dimly seen through the flickering foliage , while ...
17. oldal
... rich array , Thy vest of satin , and thy pearl decked zone ; Fall thy soft glances on whate'er they may , Gem , palace , fountain , flower , all are thine own ; The gifts of him , whose tenderness alone Gives to them value in thy ...
... rich array , Thy vest of satin , and thy pearl decked zone ; Fall thy soft glances on whate'er they may , Gem , palace , fountain , flower , all are thine own ; The gifts of him , whose tenderness alone Gives to them value in thy ...
19. oldal
... Rich diamonds for her fair white hand , Pearls for her diadem ; And she had brought one fair young tree , Dearer than any gem could be . It was a thing of life and lone , — Like her , a child of Spain , And more , —yet more , it bloomed ...
... Rich diamonds for her fair white hand , Pearls for her diadem ; And she had brought one fair young tree , Dearer than any gem could be . It was a thing of life and lone , — Like her , a child of Spain , And more , —yet more , it bloomed ...
20. oldal
... rich pageantry ? Apart , in the dim grove I see , A lady , fair and young ; She sits beneath her orange tree , And sings her own wild song , As her soul drinks the soft perfume , That drops from every bud and bloom . Again her father ...
... rich pageantry ? Apart , in the dim grove I see , A lady , fair and young ; She sits beneath her orange tree , And sings her own wild song , As her soul drinks the soft perfume , That drops from every bud and bloom . Again her father ...
37. oldal
... rich sunset ; round the heavy gothic pillars that skirted the terrace , some fair hand had trained a sweet variety of creepers , and they grew luxuriantly , and their bright flowers of every hue contrasted sweetly with the old grey ...
... rich sunset ; round the heavy gothic pillars that skirted the terrace , some fair hand had trained a sweet variety of creepers , and they grew luxuriantly , and their bright flowers of every hue contrasted sweetly with the old grey ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
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.