Letters from ItalyBaker and Scribner, 1848 - 224 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 59 筆
第 vi 頁
... thousand were computed to be incarcerated every year , or one out of every four hundred of the population . Now , when we add to all these the rigorous censorship of the press , the espionage of the police , and the relentless ...
... thousand were computed to be incarcerated every year , or one out of every four hundred of the population . Now , when we add to all these the rigorous censorship of the press , the espionage of the police , and the relentless ...
第 2 頁
... thousand fond recollections of home and its quiet joys , per- haps to be mine no more for ever - the deep yearning of heart toward the land I had trod from my infancy , and now left an in- valid , together with the uncertainty and ...
... thousand fond recollections of home and its quiet joys , per- haps to be mine no more for ever - the deep yearning of heart toward the land I had trod from my infancy , and now left an in- valid , together with the uncertainty and ...
第 11 頁
... thousand miles of sea were just like the first thousand , and I had simply taken one step , and had passed from New York , with its English language and home habits , into Genoa , with its queer customs and unintelligible jargon ...
... thousand miles of sea were just like the first thousand , and I had simply taken one step , and had passed from New York , with its English language and home habits , into Genoa , with its queer customs and unintelligible jargon ...
第 23 頁
... thousand kings flowed in our veins . Oh ! money , thou leveller of kings : nay , thyself a king ; every inch a king ! " " Well , J ——— , " said my friend , " how would you like it here , any how ? " " Like it ! " said I , " why , I ...
... thousand kings flowed in our veins . Oh ! money , thou leveller of kings : nay , thyself a king ; every inch a king ! " " Well , J ——— , " said my friend , " how would you like it here , any how ? " " Like it ! " said I , " why , I ...
第 44 頁
... thousand dollars . But even her diamonds could not outshine the sparkling joy of her counte- nance . I never saw a being float so through a saloon , as if her body were a feather and her soul the zephyr that wafted it . It made me sigh ...
... thousand dollars . But even her diamonds could not outshine the sparkling joy of her counte- nance . I never saw a being float so through a saloon , as if her body were a feather and her soul the zephyr that wafted it . It made me sigh ...
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Alpine Alps amid Appian arches army artists ascend avalanches awful beautiful bosom Byron Cæsars carriage castle church Civita Vecchia cloud Coliseum column dark DEAR E.-I deep descended distant English entered face feelings feet fell Florence gazed Genoa glaciers glorious Goldau half hand head heard heart heavens hill Holy Week horses hour Italian Italy Koenigsfelden lady lake Lake Lucerne land laugh length LETTER look magnificent marble miles Mont Blanc morning mountain Naples never night noble palace passed pasturages path Peter's Pompeii Pope precipice priest quiet Rhine roar rocks rolled Roman Forum Rome ruins scene scenery scoria seemed shore side silent snow stands stood storm strange streets strolled suddenly summit Suwarrow sweet Swiss Switzerland Terni thing thought thunder Tiber traveller turned valley Vesuvius walk wall whole wild wind wonder
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第 26 頁 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. 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.
第 131 頁 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
第 112 頁 - And there they stand, as stands a lofty mind, Worn, but unstooping to the baser crowd, All tenantless, save to the crannying wind, Or holding dark communion with the cloud.
第 124 頁 - The castled crag of Drachenfels("> Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me ! 2.
第 183 頁 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
第 29 頁 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction : once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
第 116 頁 - The negligently grand, the fruitful bloom Of coming ripeness, the white city's sheen, The rolling stream, the precipice's gloom, The forest's growth, and Gothic walls between, The wild rocks shaped as they had turrets been, In mockery of man's art...
第 149 頁 - 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!
第 143 頁 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
第 145 頁 - 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...