Outre-mer: A Pilgrimage Beyond the Sea, 2. kötetHarper, 1835 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 19 találatból.
7. oldal
... leads forth his valiant Leonese against the hosts of Charlemagne , he animates their courage by alluding to their battles with , the Moors , and exclaims , " Shall the lions that have bathed their paws in Libyan gore now crouch before ...
... leads forth his valiant Leonese against the hosts of Charlemagne , he animates their courage by alluding to their battles with , the Moors , and exclaims , " Shall the lions that have bathed their paws in Libyan gore now crouch before ...
15. oldal
... leads her to the garden . " Such is this curious ballad . I now turn to one of the most beautiful of these ancient Spanish poems ; -it is the Romance del Conde Alarcos ; a ballad full of interest and of touching pathos . The story is ...
... leads her to the garden . " Such is this curious ballad . I now turn to one of the most beautiful of these ancient Spanish poems ; -it is the Romance del Conde Alarcos ; a ballad full of interest and of touching pathos . The story is ...
20. oldal
... leads from the balcony ; bright eyes glisten from many a lattice ; and the victorious knight receives the prize of valour from the hand of her whose beauty is like the star - lit night : these are the Xarifas , the Celindas , and ...
... leads from the balcony ; bright eyes glisten from many a lattice ; and the victorious knight receives the prize of valour from the hand of her whose beauty is like the star - lit night : these are the Xarifas , the Celindas , and ...
41. oldal
... part of the castle ; on one side of which an arched gate - way leads to a spa- cious court - yard within , surrounded by battle- ments . The corner towers are circular , with beetling D 2 THE VILLAGE OF EL PARDILLO . 41.
... part of the castle ; on one side of which an arched gate - way leads to a spa- cious court - yard within , surrounded by battle- ments . The corner towers are circular , with beetling D 2 THE VILLAGE OF EL PARDILLO . 41.
54. oldal
... leads him to his pallet , covers him with a blanket and a counterpane , smooths his pillow , and , after making the sign of the cross over him , tells him to rest quietly , for sleep will do him good . To a certain class of minds ...
... leads him to his pallet , covers him with a blanket and a counterpane , smooths his pillow , and , after making the sign of the cross over him , tells him to rest quietly , for sleep will do him good . To a certain class of minds ...
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Acqua Paola Alarcos Alban Lake Alberto Alhama amid Andalusia ballads beautiful beneath Bernardo del Carpio breath bright Castel Gandolfo castle character charms choly Christian church cross crystal water Curcio dark death delight devotional poetry divine Don Valentin doth dream earth earthly Eternal Eusebio feeling feet gate Genoa gloomy glorious glory Granada Guadalquivir hand heart heaven hill holy hour imagination jaleo Jorge Manrique journey king lake land landscape language light look luxuriant magnificent melan midnight mind monk Montefiascone Moorish Moors moral morning mountains native nature night palaces Pardillo passed poem poetic poetry of Spain poets priest Riccia Roman Rome ruins saints says scene shade shadow silent sings song soul sound Spanish ballads Spanish poetry spirit stands stood streets sword thee thought Tizona tower tree Valdepeñas village Virgin voice walls wild wind
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232. oldal - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
26. oldal - FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
82. oldal - Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallowed up and lost In one dark wave. Thither the mighty torrents stray, Thither the brook pursues its way, And tinkling rill. There all are equal. Side by side The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still.
220. oldal - Now therein of all sciences — I speak still of human, and according to the human conceit — is our poet the monarch. For he doth not only show the way, but giveth so sweet a prospect into the way as will entice any man to enter into it. Nay, he doth, as if your journey should lie through a fair vineyard, at the very first give you a cluster of grapes, that full of that taste you may long to pass further.
31. oldal - Neath cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth And tolls its perfume on the passing air Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer : Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane most catholic and solemn Which God hath plann'd,— To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply, Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder, Its dome the sky.
233. oldal - The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the...
240. oldal - With regard to poetry in general, I am convinced, the more I think of it, that he and all of us— Scott, Southey, Wordsworth, Moore, Campbell, I, — are all in the wrong, one as much as another; that we are upon a wrong revolutionary poetical system, or systems, not worth a damn in itself, and from which none but Rogers and Crabbe are free; and that the present and next generations will finally be of this opinion.
231. oldal - Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires ; And hears their simple bell ; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
124. oldal - THE Moorish King rides up and down Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gates to those Of Bivarambla on he goes. Woe is me, Alhama...
169. oldal - Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod, Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly dew, If a tight damsel chaunc'd to trippen by ; Which when observ'd, he shrunk into his mew, And straight would recollect his piety anew.