Souvenirs of Travel, Volume 1S. H. Goetzel, 1857 - Europe |
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... amid the storied scenes of the Old World , and holding social communion with personages whose names are " whispered by the lips of fame . " Few itineraries , however , will be found so full of valuable information , so PUBLISHERS ...
... amid the storied scenes of the Old World , and holding social communion with personages whose names are " whispered by the lips of fame . " Few itineraries , however , will be found so full of valuable information , so PUBLISHERS ...
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... . There the thickset Spanish soldier is encountered in every street . Our delightful evening ended by a long drive amid the environs of Liverpool . CHAPTER II . Ar ten o'clock we left Liverpool , 6 SOUVENIRS OF TRAVEL .
... . There the thickset Spanish soldier is encountered in every street . Our delightful evening ended by a long drive amid the environs of Liverpool . CHAPTER II . Ar ten o'clock we left Liverpool , 6 SOUVENIRS OF TRAVEL .
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... amid the venerable arches of Westminster Abbey , and lingered reverentially by the tombs of the illustrious dead . A flood of emotions poured over my heart no words of any living lan- guage can describe . These wondrous men of mind ...
... amid the venerable arches of Westminster Abbey , and lingered reverentially by the tombs of the illustrious dead . A flood of emotions poured over my heart no words of any living lan- guage can describe . These wondrous men of mind ...
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... amid the dim aisles . The swelling of the organ through them was solemnly grand . From the abbey we passed over the street to the " Palace of Westminster , " as the Queen has commanded it to be called . It is a most magnificent edifice ...
... amid the dim aisles . The swelling of the organ through them was solemnly grand . From the abbey we passed over the street to the " Palace of Westminster , " as the Queen has commanded it to be called . It is a most magnificent edifice ...
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... gems of opera music . Flags were gaily float- ing on the " summer wind . " Gallant officers , and manly- looking soldiers , in their conspicuous uniforms , were sprinkled amid the black coats and white neck - ties of.
... gems of opera music . Flags were gaily float- ing on the " summer wind . " Gallant officers , and manly- looking soldiers , in their conspicuous uniforms , were sprinkled amid the black coats and white neck - ties of.
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Page 182 - Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 176 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 181 - And then there was a little isle, Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view; A small green isle, it seemed no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 138 - When the troops come marching home again with glad and gallant tread, But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye, For her brother was a soldier too, and not afraid to die; And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame, And to hang the old sword in its place (my father's sword and mine), For the honor of old Bingen — dear Bingen on the Rhine.
Page 137 - Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around To hear my mournful story in the pleasant vineyard ground, That we fought the battle bravely, and when the day was done Full many a corse lay ghastly pale beneath the setting sun.
Page 13 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dissolve ; And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind ! we are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Page 138 - For my father was a soldier, and even as a child My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild ; And when he died and left us to divide his scanty hoard, I let them take whate'er they would, but kept my father's sword, And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine On the cottage wall at Bingen — calm Bingen on the Rhine.
Page 179 - Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly...
Page 14 - The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Page 138 - Tell my sister not to weep for me and sob with drooping head, When the troops come marching home again with glad and gallant tread, But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye, For her brother was a soldier too, and not afraid to die...