Dreams and MemoriesPrinceton University Press, 1922 - 193 pages |
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Page 180
... jockeys hammer one another with their whipstocks in the races of the Palio . " In the days of the great republic of Siena , the city was divided into wards ( in 1328 there were fifty - nine ) each of which mustered and equipped a ...
... jockeys hammer one another with their whipstocks in the races of the Palio . " In the days of the great republic of Siena , the city was divided into wards ( in 1328 there were fifty - nine ) each of which mustered and equipped a ...
Page 183
... jockeys come out to try the course . These tests are almost as exciting as the final race , though not as picturesque . The track is ex- tremely difficult , and dangerous for a new horse . There is one corner especially where , after a ...
... jockeys come out to try the course . These tests are almost as exciting as the final race , though not as picturesque . The track is ex- tremely difficult , and dangerous for a new horse . There is one corner especially where , after a ...
Page 184
... jockeys at all the subsequent trials . He nearly always won . On that first evening there was great disappointment and indigna- tion in my own contrada , the Panther , which lies next to the Snail . They said the Snail was sure to win ...
... jockeys at all the subsequent trials . He nearly always won . On that first evening there was great disappointment and indigna- tion in my own contrada , the Panther , which lies next to the Snail . They said the Snail was sure to win ...
Page 189
... jockeys disap- peared within , to exchange their gala costumes for leather helmets and canvas suits . They emerged presently , bareback , on their mettle- some little horses , greeted by a roar from the crowd , and rode to the starting ...
... jockeys disap- peared within , to exchange their gala costumes for leather helmets and canvas suits . They emerged presently , bareback , on their mettle- some little horses , greeted by a roar from the crowd , and rode to the starting ...
Page 190
... jockey seems to find his horse's back too slippery and goes slowly over his flank , falling on hands and knees and rolling out miraculously from the hoofs of the Cater- piller and the Tower . His steed , however , is an old Palio racer ...
... jockey seems to find his horse's back too slippery and goes slowly over his flank , falling on hands and knees and rolling out miraculously from the hoofs of the Cater- piller and the Tower . His steed , however , is an old Palio racer ...
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Page 8 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Page 21 - It's no in makin muckle mair: It's no in books ; it's no in lear, To make us truly blest : If Happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang; The heart...
Page 117 - And not a voice was idle; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron; while far distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
Page 137 - THE GREEN LINNET. BENEATH these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard-seat ! And birds and flowers once more to greet, My last year's friends together.
Page 118 - When, from behind that craggy steep till then The horizon's bound, a huge peak, black and huge, As if with voluntary power instinct Upreared its head. I struck and struck again, And growing still in stature the grim shape Towered up between me and the stars, and still, For so it seemed, with purpose of its own And measured motion like a living thing, Strode after me.
Page 126 - Ah ! need I say, dear Friend ! that to the brim My heart was full; I made no vows, but vows Were then made for me ; bond unknown to me Was given, that I should be, else sinning greatly, A dedicated Spirit.
Page 22 - UPON a simmer Sunday morn, When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff the caller air. The rising sun owre Galston muirs Wi' glorious light was glintin ; The hares were hirplin down the furs, The lav'rocks they were chantin Fu
Page 137 - The Blessing of my later years Was with me when a boy : She gave me eyes, she gave me ears ; And humble cares, and delicate fears ; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears ; And love, and thought, and joy.
Page 142 - I never saw daffodils so beautiful they grew among the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake, they looked so gay ever glancing ever changing.
Page 119 - Oh ! when I have hung Above the raven's nest, by knots of grass And half-inch fissures in the slippery rock But ill sustained, and almost (so it seemed) Suspended by the blast that blew amain, Shouldering the naked crag, oh, at that time While on the perilous ridge I hung alone, With what strange utterance did the loud dry wind Blow through my ear ! the sky seemed not a sky Of earth — and with what motion moved the clouds...