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Pagina 18
... Italy exists more in imagination than in reality ; the Black Forest and Hartz Mountains have no longer terrors , even for the superstitious . Nor is it only near home that the ancient regime has ceased in a great measure to exist . The ...
... Italy exists more in imagination than in reality ; the Black Forest and Hartz Mountains have no longer terrors , even for the superstitious . Nor is it only near home that the ancient regime has ceased in a great measure to exist . The ...
Pagina 52
... a great work ; and if we cannot highly praise the " Cricket , " or the " Pictures from Italy , " or the " American Notes , " we can only the more ear- nestly exhort their author to go back to the path 52 The Confessions of a Pretty Woman .
... a great work ; and if we cannot highly praise the " Cricket , " or the " Pictures from Italy , " or the " American Notes , " we can only the more ear- nestly exhort their author to go back to the path 52 The Confessions of a Pretty Woman .
Pagina 59
... Italy , only through her mediæval mirror . We had hoped for better things ; but while the passion of the Spaniard for blood remains unslaked , even by the torrents he has shed ; while the madness of the Malay or the Muham- medan is more ...
... Italy , only through her mediæval mirror . We had hoped for better things ; but while the passion of the Spaniard for blood remains unslaked , even by the torrents he has shed ; while the madness of the Malay or the Muham- medan is more ...
Pagina 62
... Italy at least does , her past glory , and from which we gather hope yet for Italy , even from that very ideal of past glory ? Our readers will be much pleased if they glance over the portion of the work that gives an account of the ...
... Italy at least does , her past glory , and from which we gather hope yet for Italy , even from that very ideal of past glory ? Our readers will be much pleased if they glance over the portion of the work that gives an account of the ...
Pagina 69
... Italy , which our author evidently does . The centre nave rises to the enormous height of 152 feet ; the tomb of Columbus , who gave the Spaniards a world which their toledos could not keep , the paintings of Zurbaran , Murillo ...
... Italy , which our author evidently does . The centre nave rises to the enormous height of 152 feet ; the tomb of Columbus , who gave the Spaniards a world which their toledos could not keep , the paintings of Zurbaran , Murillo ...
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Pagina 195 - He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, 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 Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday!
Pagina 191 - Live while you live, the Epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day. Live while you live, the sacred Preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies.
Pagina 195 - How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land ? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth...
Pagina 447 - Go and show John again those things which ye do hear and see : The blind receive their sight, and the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, and the deaf hear, the dead are raised up, and the poor have the Gospel preached to them.
Pagina 195 - By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song ; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
Pagina 193 - And the key of the house of David will I lay upon his shoulder; So he shall open, and none shall shut; And he shall shut, and none shall open.
Pagina 218 - Whosoever shall put away his wife, let him give her a writing of divorcement, but I say unto you, That whosoever shall put away his wife, saving for the cause of fornication, causeth her to commit adultery: and whosoever shall marry her that is divorced committeth adultery.
Pagina 371 - Merciful Heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle: but man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Pagina 20 - COURAGE!' he said, and pointed toward the land, 'This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.' In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Pagina 194 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...