Souvenirs of Travel, Volume 1S. H. Goetzel, 1857 |
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... reached the station . There was no bustle or confusion . A cab was quietly called , and we drove into mighty London . Words cannot even give a shadow of the emotions which thrilled me as I passed along . All the romances , all the ...
... reached the station . There was no bustle or confusion . A cab was quietly called , and we drove into mighty London . Words cannot even give a shadow of the emotions which thrilled me as I passed along . All the romances , all the ...
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... reached Fenton's just in time for the French play at St. James's Theatre . June 25th . - Last night we were at the St. James's Theatre , and saw Rachel . How wonderful is her acting ! She is not beautiful in form or face , yet the grace ...
... reached Fenton's just in time for the French play at St. James's Theatre . June 25th . - Last night we were at the St. James's Theatre , and saw Rachel . How wonderful is her acting ! She is not beautiful in form or face , yet the grace ...
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... tone of a glass bell , and electrical in its power . Like an atmosphere it surrounded me , while I scarcely breathed , so much I feared to lose the faintest tone . VOL I. - 2 CHAPTER IV . WHEN we reached England my kind and.
... tone of a glass bell , and electrical in its power . Like an atmosphere it surrounded me , while I scarcely breathed , so much I feared to lose the faintest tone . VOL I. - 2 CHAPTER IV . WHEN we reached England my kind and.
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Octavia Walton Le Vert. CHAPTER IV . WHEN we reached England my kind and noble friend , Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley , had left for Dover . But her charming family have been affectionately cordial to us . It is impossible to describe how ...
Octavia Walton Le Vert. CHAPTER IV . WHEN we reached England my kind and noble friend , Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley , had left for Dover . But her charming family have been affectionately cordial to us . It is impossible to describe how ...
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... reached our lodgings ; in these northern climes , the nights of summer are not of long duration . It is only one week since we reached London , and each hour has brought new emotions of pleasure . We had letters to many different ...
... reached our lodgings ; in these northern climes , the nights of summer are not of long duration . It is only one week since we reached London , and each hour has brought new emotions of pleasure . We had letters to many different ...
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admirable Alps America amid arches Baron Marochetti beautiful Belvoir Castle beneath bright built carriage Castle cathedral charming church Claude Lorraine Countess of Jersey dancing dark delightful dress drove Duchess Duke elegant enchanting England entered exceedingly exquisite eyes feet filled flowers frescoes friends gallery gardens Genoa glorious gold gondola gorgeous graceful grand green handsome heart House of Peers houses hundred immense Joseph Hume Lady lake land light lingered lofty London look Lord Louis Philippe lovely magnificent manner marble Marie Antoinette Mont Blanc monument morning mountains multitudes Napoléon night noble paintings palace Paris Park passed Paul Veronese pleasant poet Prince Prince Albert Queen Queen Victoria railway Rhine rock scene seated seemed shores soldiers splendid statue street summit sweet theatre thousand thronged tion Titian tomb tower town trees Venice village walked walls waters woman women wonderful
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Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...