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54. oldal - With quaint arabesques of ice-fern leaf; Sometimes it was simply smooth and clear For the gladness of heaven to shine through, and here He had caught the nodding bulrush-tops And hung them thickly with diamond drops, z oo That crystalled the beams of moon and sun, And made a star of every one...
53. oldal - The little brook heard it and built a roof 'Neath which he could house him, winter-proof; All night by the white stars' frosty gleams He groined his arches and matched his beams; Slender and clear were his crystal spars As the lashes of light that trim the stars; He sculptured every summer delight In his halls and chambers out of sight; Sometimes his tinkling waters slipt...
57. oldal - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
12. 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.
21. oldal - When my truant fancies wander with that old Sweetheart of mine. Though I hear, beneath my study, like a fluttering of wings, • The voices of my children and the Mother as she sings, I feel no twinge of conscience to deny me any theme When care has cast her anchor in the harbor of a dream. In fact, to speak in earnest, I believe it adds a charm To spice the good a trifle with a little dust of harm...
78. oldal - It epitomizes the whole strange history of Spain in a manner so vivid, that he who visits its old nooks and corners carefully and thoughtfully, can work out, almost unassisted, the strange variety which that history affords.
103. oldal - Temple) in 1208, in imitation of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre at Jerusalem, and drove to the Santuario de Fuencisla, nestling up under the towering Pena de la Grajera.
96. oldal - II., in his own expression, wanted nothing more than a 'cell, in which he might bear his weary limbs to the grave' ; his successors created a palace and decorated it in the usual style of the 17-18th centuries. We ascend a granite staircase to the FIRST FLOOR, the rooms of which are decorated with Spanish tapestry (tapfces) after Goya, Bayeu, and Maella, from the Tapiceria of Madrid (p.
84. oldal - Long years ago, in old Madrid, Where softly sighs of love the light guitar, Two sparkling eyes a lattice hid, Two eyes as darkly bright as love's own star!