Scenes and Impressions in Egypt and in ItalyLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1825 - 435 pages |
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... morning . The rising sun soon showed the savage coast , " Barren and bare ; unsightly , unadorned . " No grass of the rock , no flower of the heath , no shrub , no bird , no look of life . Cape Morbat was the point we first made , and ...
... morning . The rising sun soon showed the savage coast , " Barren and bare ; unsightly , unadorned . " No grass of the rock , no flower of the heath , no shrub , no bird , no look of life . Cape Morbat was the point we first made , and ...
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... morning , while making for , and passing the straits , we had the black lofty shore of Africa in view , with its Cape of Burials , for to the fancy of the ancient Arab , " the shrill Spirit of the storm sat dim " upon the rocky brow of ...
... morning , while making for , and passing the straits , we had the black lofty shore of Africa in view , with its Cape of Burials , for to the fancy of the ancient Arab , " the shrill Spirit of the storm sat dim " upon the rocky brow of ...
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... morning the captain of the port * came for us in his boat , and Ab- dallah with him . Whether Abdallah had been drinking , or indulging in opium , I know not , but the expression of his counte- nance was ludicrously grave ; and , at ...
... morning the captain of the port * came for us in his boat , and Ab- dallah with him . Whether Abdallah had been drinking , or indulging in opium , I know not , but the expression of his counte- nance was ludicrously grave ; and , at ...
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... wished him , sad . We sailed again on the morning of the 12th ; on the 17th we ran into the little harbour of Yambo , and anchored under the very walls of the governor's residence , which are washed by the sea . Three of us 52 DJIDDA .
... wished him , sad . We sailed again on the morning of the 12th ; on the 17th we ran into the little harbour of Yambo , and anchored under the very walls of the governor's residence , which are washed by the sea . Three of us 52 DJIDDA .
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... morning : we had sent the old governor a present of English medicine * ( wine and brandy ) ; but * Under this title , often received as a truly acceptable present ; many require not even the disguise of the name . . hé told our youth ...
... morning : we had sent the old governor a present of English medicine * ( wine and brandy ) ; but * Under this title , often received as a truly acceptable present ; many require not even the disguise of the name . . hé told our youth ...
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Page 205 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Page 173 - As human nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that Mercy, with a bleeding heart, Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast. Then what is man ? And what man, seeing this, And having human feelings, does not blush And hang his head, to think himself a man?
Page 435 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts ; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean...
Page 346 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped 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 hailed the wretch who won.
Page 357 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.
Page 205 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Page 200 - From meaner minds, though smaller fines content The plunder'd palace, or sequester'd rent ; Mark'd out by dangerous parts he meets the shock; And fatal Learning leads him to the block: Around his tomb let Art and Genius weep; But hear his death, ye blockheads, hear and sleep. The festal blazes, the triumphal show, The ravish'd standard, and the captive foe, The senate's thanks, the gazette's pompous tale, With force resistless o'er the brave prevail.
Page 346 - and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Daci.an mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday! — All this rushed with his blood. — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Page 225 - Not to-day, O Lord, 0 not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown ! 1 Richard's body have interred new; And on it have bestow*d more contrite tears, Than from it issued forced drops of blood. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice a day their...
Page 345 - The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood, The trumpet spake not to the armed throng And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.