Land and Lee in the Bosphorus and Ægean; Or, Views of Athens and ConstantinopleA.S. Barnes & Company, 1856 - 366 sivua |
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Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 18
Sivu 45
... wandering adventurers , issuing in ignorance and fanaticism from the most obscure recesses of Asia . But we should remember , in our estimate of valor and means of defence , the natural effects of that fatal mistake which Constantine ...
... wandering adventurers , issuing in ignorance and fanaticism from the most obscure recesses of Asia . But we should remember , in our estimate of valor and means of defence , the natural effects of that fatal mistake which Constantine ...
Sivu 72
... wandering tent . The covered bazars present an imposing assem- blage of long arcades , which are constantly thronged by a crowd of females , who move about , making their little purchases with an air of stillness which would lead you to ...
... wandering tent . The covered bazars present an imposing assem- blage of long arcades , which are constantly thronged by a crowd of females , who move about , making their little purchases with an air of stillness which would lead you to ...
Sivu 116
... orb whose serene influence nor clime nor cloud can bind . I was roused from the reverie in which my thoughts began so unconsciously to wander , by the dashing oars of a kirlangish , gliding up the stream of 116 LAND AND LEE IN THE.
... orb whose serene influence nor clime nor cloud can bind . I was roused from the reverie in which my thoughts began so unconsciously to wander , by the dashing oars of a kirlangish , gliding up the stream of 116 LAND AND LEE IN THE.
Sivu 137
... wandering fantasies . It would seem as if religion were to be made the plank upon which every drowning theorist might cast his wild conjectures from the verge of his bub- bling grave . - Why not let religion be , what its Divine Author ...
... wandering fantasies . It would seem as if religion were to be made the plank upon which every drowning theorist might cast his wild conjectures from the verge of his bub- bling grave . - Why not let religion be , what its Divine Author ...
Sivu 141
... wandering eye and easy attitude , sat his imperial Majesty . This barge was followed by two others , impelled each by twenty - four oarsmen , displaying like the first án airy lightness , a rich profusion of gilding , a cano- pied stern ...
... wandering eye and easy attitude , sat his imperial Majesty . This barge was followed by two others , impelled each by twenty - four oarsmen , displaying like the first án airy lightness , a rich profusion of gilding , a cano- pied stern ...
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Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
Acropolis affection appeared Athens bashaw beauty beneath betray bird bosom Bosphorus break Caloyer cast charms Christian columns Constantinople countenance court court-martial crime Dardanelles dark dead death deep delicate disposition dream dwellings earth escape feelings float flowers force fresh Galata genius grave Greece Greek grief happiness harem heart heaven hills human Janizaries kindled lady leave less light lingering look marble Mecca memory ments mingled monuments moral mosque mountain Mussulman nation nature ness never night object once Osmanlie Ottoman Ottoman empire Parthenon Pasha passed perhaps Praxiteles present pride Propontis reach relic religion render repose rich ruins sacred scarcely sentiment shade shadow ship shore sleep slumber Smyrna soft solemn spirit splendor spot stand steep stranger stream Sultan sweet swelling tears temple Tenedos thee thing thou thought tion tomb Troad turban Turk Turkish wandering wave wind
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Sivu 5 - ... books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.
Sivu 278 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is...
Sivu 363 - I long believed, And disappointed still, was still deceived, By expectation every day beguiled, Dupe of to-morrow even from a child.
Sivu 323 - One song employs all nations; and all cry, * Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !* The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain-tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Sivu 364 - Yet, oh, the thought that thou art safe, and he, That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned and rulers of the earth; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies!
Sivu 208 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Sivu 17 - The winds are high, and Helle's tide Rolls darkly heaving to the main ; And Night's descending shadows hide That field with blood bedew'd in vain, The desert of old Priam's pride ; The tombs, sole relics of his reign, All — save immortal dreams that could beguile The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle...
Sivu 155 - My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss: Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it answers — Yes.
Sivu 155 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial -day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Sivu 287 - Till we've trampled the turban, and shown ourselves worth Being sprung from and named for the godlike of earth. Strike home, and the world shall revere us As heroes descended from heroes.