Over the Ocean: Or Glimpses of Travel in Many Lands |
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267 A spirit's feeling , and where he has leant His hand , but broke his scythe , there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement , For which the palace of the present hour , Must yield its pomp , and wait till ages are its dower .
267 A spirit's feeling , and where he has leant His hand , but broke his scythe , there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement , For which the palace of the present hour , Must yield its pomp , and wait till ages are its dower .
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Стр. 240 - Arches on arches! as it were that Rome, Collecting the chief trophies of her line, Would build up all her triumphs in one dome, Her Coliseum stands; the moonbeams shine As 'twere its natural torches, for divine Should be the light which streams here, to illume This...
Стр. 267 - There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
Стр. 312 - A ray of heavenly light, gilding all forms Terrestrial in the vast and the minute; The unambiguous footsteps of the God, Who gives its lustre to an insect's wing, .. . " And wheels his throne upon the rolling worlds.
Стр. 161 - Farewell, monsieur traveller : Look, you lisp, and wear strange suits; disable all the benefits of your own country ; be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are ; or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.
Стр. 164 - Out upon Time ! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve O'er that which hath been, and o'er that which must be : What we have seen, our sons shall see ; Remnants of things that have...
Стр. 28 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light ; And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land. High on the south, huge Ben-venue Down to the lake in masses threw Crags, knolls, and mounds, confusedly...
Стр. 339 - There must be nothing like it in the heavens above nor in the earth beneath nor in the waters under the earth ; and in many cases there is not.
Стр. 324 - The sacred tapers' lights are gone, Grey moss has clad the altar stone, The holy image is o'erthrown, The bell has ceased to toll. The long ribb'd aisles are burst and shrunk, The holy shrines to ruin sunk, Departed is the pious monk, God's blessing on his soul ! Rediviva.
Стр. 230 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect ? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.
Стр. 172 - With purple clusters blushing through the green. Four limpid fountains from the clefts distil, And every fountain pours a several rill, In mazy windings wandering down the hill : Where bloomy meads with vivid greens were crown'd, And glowing violets threw odours round. A scene, where, if a god should cast his sight, A god might gaze, and wander with delight ! Joy touch'd the messenger of heaven : he stay'd Entranced, and all the blissful haunt survey'd.
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| Название | Over the Ocean: Or Glimpses of Travel in Many Lands |
| Автор | Sarah Rogers Haight |
| Издатель | Paine & Burgess, 1846 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Висконсинский университет (г. Мэдисон) |
| Оцифровано | 1 мар 2008 |
| Количество страниц | Всего страниц: 372 |
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