Where Ghosts Walk: The Haunts of Familiar Characters in History and LiteratureG.P. Putnam's Sons, 1898 - 305 páginas |
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Where Ghosts Walk: The Haunts of Familiar Characters in History and Literature Marion Harland Visualização integral - 1900 |
Where Ghosts Walk: The Haunts of Familiar Characters in History and Literature Marion Harland Visualização integral - 1910 |
Where Ghosts Walk: The Haunts of Familiar Characters in History and Literature Marion Harland Visualização integral - 1898 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Agolanti Alighieri Archbishop of Pisa Beatrice beautiful born brother brought Burns Campanile Carlyle Carlyle's Cathedral CATHEDRAL GROUP Catherine Church corner Countess G Dante Dante Alighieri Dante's dead death Doge door dream Duomo English eyes face faith father feet floor Florence Florentine friends G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS garden Gemma gentle gilt top Ginevra grave Hampton Court HAMPTON COURT PALACE hand head heart Heaven Héger HOLYROOD PALACE honour hour husband's Jane JOHN KEATS Joseph Severn Keats laid letter lived look Lord Byron Lorenzo Lucy MADAME BECK'S Mary Medici ment never night OLD CHESHIRE CHEESE Orseoli Orso Orso's Otto palace Palazzo Palazzo Vecchio Pazzi Pensionnat poet portrait Queen Ravenna Rome saint San Marco Savonarola says seat Severn Siena soul stone story street sweet thought tion tomb Torcello UNIV Vecchio Venice Villa Careggi Villette walk wall wife window woman women words
Passagens conhecidas
Página 179 - This grave contains all that was mortal of a young English poet, who, on his death-bed, in the bitterness of his heart at the malicious power of his enemies, desired these words to be engraven on his tombstone : " Here lies one whose name was writ in water...
Página 179 - Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access, Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Página 181 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 174 - Brawne is beyond everything horrible - the sense of darkness coming over me - I eternally see her figure eternally vanishing. Some of the phrases she was in the habit of using during my last nursing at Wentworth Place ring in my ears. Is there another life ? Shall I awake and find all this a dream ? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.
Página 173 - I am glad there is such a thing as the grave — I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there. At any rate I will indulge myself by never seeing any more Dilke or Brown or any of their Friends. I wish I was either in your arms full of faith or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
Página 173 - Indeed I should like to give up the matter at once — I should like to die. I am sickened at the brute world which you are smiling with. I hate men, and women more. I see nothing but thorns for the future — wherever I may be next winter, in Italy or nowhere, Brown will be living near you with his indecencies.
Página 180 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand ; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble ; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Página 174 - If there is anything you can do for her by word or deed I know you will do it. I am in a state at present in which woman merely as woman can have no more power over me than stocks and stones, and yet the difference of my sensations with respect to Miss Brawne and my sister is amazing.
Página 227 - Sweet Hour of Twilight!— in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood, Rooted where once the Adrian wave flowed o'er, To where the last Caesarean fortress stood, Evergreen forest!
Página 244 - Of all these feasts and masquerades Lorenzo was the inventor and master ; his great wealth aiding him in his undertakings. In the darkening of twilight it was his custom to issue forth into the city to amuse himself, with incredible pomp, and a great retinue on horse and on foot, more than five hundred in number, with concerts of musical instruments, singing in many voices, all sorts of canzones, madrigals, and popular songs...