A Transatlantic Tour: Comprising Travels in Great Britain, France, Holland, Belgium, Germany, Switzerland and Italy...Perkins & Purves, 1845 - 391 pages |
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... gate- house , or barbican , erected at enormous cost by Leicester , and almost in itself a castle , I stood in the base - court , directly in front of the main structure . Cæsar's Tower , the most ancient part of the pile , was at my ...
... gate- house , or barbican , erected at enormous cost by Leicester , and almost in itself a castle , I stood in the base - court , directly in front of the main structure . Cæsar's Tower , the most ancient part of the pile , was at my ...
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... gate was locked . The keeper would not give admission at so late an hour , and the outer wall was evi- dently too lofty to be scaled . Finding at a neighboring cot- tage , a young Yorkshireman , I at once enlisted him as a body - guard ...
... gate was locked . The keeper would not give admission at so late an hour , and the outer wall was evi- dently too lofty to be scaled . Finding at a neighboring cot- tage , a young Yorkshireman , I at once enlisted him as a body - guard ...
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... gates of joy ; Of horror that , and thrilling fears , Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears . ” Yet , even here , it is not pent up within gloomy walls , but gracefully reclined on the green banks of Avon , in the midst of the ...
... gates of joy ; Of horror that , and thrilling fears , Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears . ” Yet , even here , it is not pent up within gloomy walls , but gracefully reclined on the green banks of Avon , in the midst of the ...
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... gate of the cemetery to the principal entrance to the church . In a still summer's day , no sounds disturb the sacred solitude , save the low murmur of the river , which flows within a few yards of the poet's grave . That it was not to ...
... gate of the cemetery to the principal entrance to the church . In a still summer's day , no sounds disturb the sacred solitude , save the low murmur of the river , which flows within a few yards of the poet's grave . That it was not to ...
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... , the property of the students , whose regattas are famous . From Oxford I rode out to Blenheim Palace , erected in the reign of Queen Anne , for John Churchhill , Duke of Marlborough . Over the gate by which I entered the ENGLAND . 43.
... , the property of the students , whose regattas are famous . From Oxford I rode out to Blenheim Palace , erected in the reign of Queen Anne , for John Churchhill , Duke of Marlborough . Over the gate by which I entered the ENGLAND . 43.
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Page 109 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Page 178 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 267 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 384 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 150 - There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments ; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large and of a dark cast, which glowed, I say literally glowed, when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my time.
Page 268 - I saw them — and they were the same, They were not changed like me in frame; I saw their thousand years of snow On high — their wide long lake below. And the blue Rhone in fullest flow...
Page 192 - To men of other minds my fancy flies, Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land, And, sedulous to stop the coming tide, Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride. Onward, methinks, and diligently slow, The firm connected bulwark seems to grow; Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar, Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore...
Page 319 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the day joins the past Eternity; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Page 267 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies...
Page 59 - Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.