Scenes and Sketches in Continental Europe: Embracing Descriptions of France, Portugal, Spain, Italy, Sicily, Switzerland, Belgium, and Holland, Together with Interesting Notices of Their Principal Cities and TownsR. Sears, 1847 - 544 頁 |
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admired adorned altar ancient antique appearance arch architecture bas-reliefs beautiful bridge bronze building built called capital castle cathedral celebrated centre century chapel church columns contains edifice emperor engraving entablature entrance erected Europe exhibited feet figures Forum four France French front gallery garden gate Greek height Herculaneum hill horses houses hundred immense inhabitants inquisition inscriptions interior Italian Italy Julius Cæsar king likewise Lisbon magnificent Malta Maltese marble miles monument mosaic mountains Naples Neapolitan nearly noble obelisk ornamented Oscan paintings palace Palermo Parian marble Paris pavement peasants Piazza picture Pisa Pompeii population porphyry portico Portugal present principal remains represented river Roman Rome roof round ruins sarcophagus scene sculpture Sicily side situated Spain splendid square stands statues stone streets supposed surrounded temple theatre thermæ thousand tion tomb tower town Trajan Tyrol Villa Adriana village walls whole
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第 218 頁 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
第 318 頁 - He heard it, but he heeded not : his eyes 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, — All this rushed with his blood.
第 218 頁 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
第 58 頁 - OF all things, an indiscreet tampering with the trade of provisions is the most dangerous, and it is always worst in the time when men are most disposed to it: that is in the time of scarcity.
第 218 頁 - We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
第 217 頁 - I hope the people of England will be satisfied!" "I hope my country will do me justice!
第 217 頁 - It is as well as it is. I had rather it should go out of the field with me;" — and in that manner, so becoming to a soldier, Moore was borne from the fight.
第 284 頁 - A woman clothed with the sun, having the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars.
第 318 頁 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand, — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low, - — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him : he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
第 294 頁 - Treason's race, The promontory whence the Traitor's Leap Cured all ambition. Did the conquerors heap Their spoils here ? Yes ; and in yon field below, A thousand years of silenced factions sleep — The Forum, where the immortal accents glow, And still the eloquent air breathes — burns with Cicero...