Travels to and from Constantinople in the Years 1827 and 1828, Or, Personal Narrative of a Journey from Vienna, Through Hungary, Transylvania, Wallachia, Bulgaria, and Roumelia, to Constantinople: And from that City to the Capital of Austria, by the Dardanelles, Tenedos, the Plains of Troy, Smyrna, Napoli Di Romania, Athens, Egina, Poros, Cyprus, Syria, Alexandria, Malta, Sicily, Italy, Istria, Carniolia, and Styria, 1. kötetH. Colburn, 1829 |
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Acropolis ancient Andreossi appearance Aqueduct arches Armenian Bairout beautiful boats Bosphorus brig Bucharest Burgaz Búyúk caique called Capitan Pasha Captain carriage castle columns Constantinople Consul costume Cyprus Dalling Danube Dardanelles delighted dined Divan Dolma Dolma Batchi domes dragoman European eyes feet Frank Galata gate Giaour Giurgevo Greek guns Hadjee Achmet hand handsome head height Hellespont hills horses hundred immense island khan kind kiosk ladies likewise looking marble Mehmet Effendi minarets morning mosque Mount mountains night Nizam Nizam Djedid o'clock passed Pera picturesque plain Porte postilion pretty Raleigh remains returned river road rode round ruins Scamander scenery Scutari Sea of Marmora seemed Seraglio Seringapatam ship shore Shumla side Simoïs sketch Smyrna spot stone Sultan Tartar temple Tenedos thing tomb towers town troops turban Turkish Turks village walked Wallachian walls women
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306. oldal - Then Paul stood in the midst of Mars' hill, and said, Ye men of Athens, I perceive that in all things ye are too superstitious. For as I passed by, and beheld your devotions, I found an altar with this inscription, TO THE UNKNOWN GOD. Whom therefore ye ignorantly worship, him declare I unto you.
310. oldal - O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows. On old JCgina's rock, and Idra's isle, The god of gladness sheds his parting smile ; O'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, Though there his altars are no more divine.
310. oldal - Salamis! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of heaven; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep...
310. oldal - O'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, Though there his altars are no more divine. Descending fast the mountain shadows kiss Thy glorious gulf...
187. oldal - He will see fertile provinces lying waste, well inhabited cities of the dead, but desolate and ruined abodes of the living. He will see the remains of the arts, and the civilization of a former and a better age, and but few marks of the present era, save such as denote barbarism and decay. The few towns that he will meet with in his long and dreary journey, are rapidly falling into ruin, and the only road (the great means of civilization) now existing, and which can put in any claim to such an appellation,...
95. oldal - Greek, distinguished by his shorn chin, black turban, enormpusly large but short trowsers, bare legs, and black shoes — The grave but respectful Armenian, with his calpac of black felt, swelling like a balloon upon his head ; he too wears the long robe of the Turk, but in his girdle the silver ink-horn supplies the place of the handjar, and his feet are clothed in the crimson slipper or boot. Next comes the despised and humiliated Jew, whose sallow countenance, contracted eyebrow, sunken eye, and...
190. oldal - ... is continually active, though not always alarming; — it will be considered no exaggeration to say, that within the period mentioned, from three to four hundred thousand persons have been prematurely swept away in one city in Europe, by causes which were not operating in any other, — conflagration, pestilence, and civil commotion. The Turks, though naturally of a robust and vigorous constitution, addict themselves to such...
138. oldal - She, however, seemed to wish me to make a drawing of her, and signed to me to do so. I looked steadfastly at her for some time, and began to draw upon a spare piece of paper the outline of her figure. She was so pretty that I could not refrain from kissing the end of my pencil, and blowing the kiss to her, as one does in France to children. Upon seeing this, she coloured up to her forehead, made a sign as if she would draw a sword, and then a motion with her hand, as though she said, " if you dare...
187. oldal - Propontis, the traveller will find abundant cause to reason in this manner. He will see fertile provinces lying waste, well inhabited cities of the dead, but desolate and ruined abodes of the living. He will see the remains of the arts, and the civilization of a former and a better age, and but few marks of the present era, save such as denote barbarism and decay. The...