Outre-mer: A Pilgrimage Beyond the Sea, 2. kötetHarper, 1835 |
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24. oldal
... age of Charles , through a long vista of monuments without inscriptions , as the traveller approaches the noise and bustle of modern Rome through the lines of silent and unknown tombs that border 24 ANCIENT SPANISH BALLADS .
... age of Charles , through a long vista of monuments without inscriptions , as the traveller approaches the noise and bustle of modern Rome through the lines of silent and unknown tombs that border 24 ANCIENT SPANISH BALLADS .
31. oldal
... traveller who journeys through the northern provinces of Spain will look in vain for the charms of rural scenery in the villages he passes . Instead of trim cottages , and gardens , and the grateful shade of trees , he will see a ...
... traveller who journeys through the northern provinces of Spain will look in vain for the charms of rural scenery in the villages he passes . Instead of trim cottages , and gardens , and the grateful shade of trees , he will see a ...
65. oldal
... traveller , who proves to be a priest , named Alberto , and who is seeking a spot in those solitudes wherein to establish a hermitage . The shot is prevented from taking effect by a book , which the pious old man carries in his bosom ...
... traveller , who proves to be a priest , named Alberto , and who is seeking a spot in those solitudes wherein to establish a hermitage . The shot is prevented from taking effect by a book , which the pious old man carries in his bosom ...
74. oldal
... travellers who are bound for their home in a far country . It is this feeling which we speak of as giving a peculiar charm to the devotional poetry of Spain . We compare its spirit with the spirit which its authors have exhibited in ...
... travellers who are bound for their home in a far country . It is this feeling which we speak of as giving a peculiar charm to the devotional poetry of Spain . We compare its spirit with the spirit which its authors have exhibited in ...
83. oldal
... traveller's foot astray From realms of love . Our cradle is the starting - place , In life we run the onward race , And reach the goal , When in the mansions of the blest Death leaves to its eternal rest The weary soul . VI . Did we but ...
... traveller's foot astray From realms of love . Our cradle is the starting - place , In life we run the onward race , And reach the goal , When in the mansions of the blest Death leaves to its eternal rest The weary soul . VI . Did we but ...
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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.