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A Trip Abroad: Sketches of Men and Manners, People and Places, in Europe
John E. Ray
Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2013
A Trip Abroad. Sketches of Men and Manners, People and Places, in Europe
John E. Ray
Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2017
A Trip Abroad: Sketches of Men and Manners, People and Places, in Europe ...
John E. Ray
Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016
America appearance beautiful becomes begin body Bridge building built cars CHAPTER church clouds comes course covered cross crowned distance door driver English enter Europe eyes face falls feel feet fifty finally five foot four front give grand ground hand head hills hour houses huge hundred interest Italy keep kind lake land leave lies light living London look lovely means meet miles morning mountains nearly never night o'clock paintings Palace pass persons picture present pretty reach rest rises road ruins scene seat seen side sight soon speak stands steps stone stream streets surrounded tell things thousand throng tower turn twenty vehicles walk walls whole wind women wonderful
140. oldal - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God ! God!
140. oldal - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows?
140. oldal - Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
140. oldal - And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
69. oldal - The Niobe of nations, — there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios...
141. oldal - God ! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice ! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God...
110. oldal - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
114. oldal - Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder : The young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.
140. oldal - Who filled thy countenance with rosy light ! Who made thee parent of perpetual streams...