Letters from Europe and the East During the Years 1859 and 1860G.A. Whitehorne, 1860 - 137ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... cross . It is supposed to have been built by Sibert , King of the Saxons , in 616. It has been enlarged by the later Kings and Queens , who are nearly all buried here . Near also to their tombs , and within the sacred precincts of the ...
... cross . It is supposed to have been built by Sibert , King of the Saxons , in 616. It has been enlarged by the later Kings and Queens , who are nearly all buried here . Near also to their tombs , and within the sacred precincts of the ...
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... Cross . They are now agitating the question as to whom it belongs , since the conclusion of the late war . Among the chief attractions of Milan is its cathedral , built of marble , and said to be the finest structure in Europe . I ...
... Cross . They are now agitating the question as to whom it belongs , since the conclusion of the late war . Among the chief attractions of Milan is its cathedral , built of marble , and said to be the finest structure in Europe . I ...
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... cross - legged upon a divan in front of their establishments smoking their chibouks and nargheles , with an indifferent , indolent air , awaiting the motion of their customers ; while occasionally mixed among them we saw a Frank ( that ...
... cross - legged upon a divan in front of their establishments smoking their chibouks and nargheles , with an indifferent , indolent air , awaiting the motion of their customers ; while occasionally mixed among them we saw a Frank ( that ...
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... cross up to Calvary , which is the most illustrious of all the sacred places of the holy city , as being the place of the Savior's humiliation and triumph , and the means of redemption and salvation secured to our fallen race . We leave ...
... cross up to Calvary , which is the most illustrious of all the sacred places of the holy city , as being the place of the Savior's humiliation and triumph , and the means of redemption and salvation secured to our fallen race . We leave ...
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William E. Kendall. I shall give you a sketch upon our return , we leave to morrow , to cross the desert of the Red Sea . DEAR B. LETTER IX . Cairo , Egypt , January EUROPE AND THE EAST . 87.
William E. Kendall. I shall give you a sketch upon our return , we leave to morrow , to cross the desert of the Red Sea . DEAR B. LETTER IX . Cairo , Egypt , January EUROPE AND THE EAST . 87.
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43 ÆäÀÌÁö - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her...
57 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where, Where are thy men of might ? thy grand in soul ? Gone — glimmering through the dream of things that were...
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is a glorious city in the sea; The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt seaweed Clings to the marble of her palaces. No track of men, no footsteps to and fro, Lead to her gates! The path lies o'er the sea, Invisible: and from the land we went, As to a floating city — steering in, And gliding up her streets, as in a...
82 ÆäÀÌÁö - OH ! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream : Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn — where their God hath dwelt the godless dwell!
43 ÆäÀÌÁö - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers...
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - THERE is a glorious City in the Sea. The Sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing ; and the salt sea-weed Clings to the marble of her palaces. No track of men, no footsteps to and fro, Lead to her gates. The path lies o'er the Sea, Invisible ; and from the land we went, As to a floating City — steering in, And gliding up her streets as in a dream...
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
57 ÆäÀÌÁö - They won, and pass'd away — is this the whole ? A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour ! The warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole Are sought in vain, and o'er each mouldering tower, Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
83 ÆäÀÌÁö - No martial myriads muster in thy gate ; No suppliant nations in thy Temple wait ; No prophet bards, thy glittering courts among, Wake the full lyre, and swell the tide of song : But lawless force, and meagre want are there, And the quick-darting eye of restless fear, While cold oblivion, 'mid thy ruins laid, Folds his dank wing beneath the ivy shade.