Ship and Shore: In Madeira, Lisbon, and the MediterraneanD. W. Evans, 1860 - 313 страница |
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affection anchor Angra appeared ascending beauty beneath bird breath breeze broken broken hopes cast Catania charm cheerful church Cintra cliff cloud convent countenance cup of china Curral dead death deep dream dwellings earth escape feelings feet floating flowers flowing fresh Funchal gifted song grave grief hand happy heart heaven hope hour island isle lady leave light lingering lips Lisbon living lofty look Madeira Mafra magnificent Malaga Maria melody MICHAEL'S CAVE mingled morning mount Mount Etna mountain mysterious narrow nature never night object ocean passed perhaps perilous political ponies Portugal Portuguese navy reached repose rich rock sail sailor Santa Clara scene scudding cloud seems sentiment ship shore singular sleep slumber smile Smyrna solemn sorrows spirit spot star STAR OF BETHLEHEM steep strange sweet Tagus tears thee thing thousand tion twilight Villa wandering wave wild wind
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Страница 93 - Who hath woe ? who hath sorrow ? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause ? who hath redness of eyes ? They that tarry long at the wine ; they that go to seek mixed wine.
Страница 109 - Hitherto shalt thou come, and no further, and here shall thy proud waves be stayed," these irregular and prodigious vagaries seem to bespeak a decay, and forebode, perhaps, not a very distant dissolution.
Страница 283 - THOU unrelenting Past ! Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain. And fetters, sure and fast, Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign. Far in thy realm withdrawn Old empires sit in sullenness and gloom, And glorious ages gone Lie deep within the shadow of thy womb. Childhood, with all its mirth, Youth, Manhood, Age that draws us to the ground, And last, Man's Life on earth, Glide to thy dim dominions, and are bound.
Страница 31 - ... immortal. All men think all men mortal but themselves ; Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found.
Страница 213 - This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule : Life's theatre as yet is shut, and Death, Strong Death, alone .can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free.
Страница 176 - How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle! Jonathan is slain upon thy high places. I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan; Very pleasant hast thou been unto me: Thy love to me was wonderful, Passing the love of women. How are the mighty fallen, And the weapons of war perished!
Страница 31 - In these habiliments of seeming dumber, it is dropped into the wave, the waters close over it, the vessel passes quickly on, and not a solitary trace is left to tell where sunk from light and life one that loved to look at the sky and breathe this vital air. There is nothing that for one moment can point to the deep, unvisited resting place of the departed, — it is a grave in the midst of the ocean — in the midst of a vast untrodden solitude ; — affection cannot...
Страница 282 - ... fleeting form ; Then o'er the calm begins to mutter loud, And swears he would exchange it for a storm, Tornado, any thing — to put a close To this most dead, monotonous repose. An order given, and he obeys, of course, Though 'twere to run his ship upon the rocks— Capture a squadron with a...
Страница 186 - Wrapp'd in the winding-sheet and shroud ; And darkly o'er thee broods the pall, While faint and low thy dirge is sung ; And warm and fast around thee fall Tears of the beautiful and young.
Страница 295 - I met there one morning a little girl with a half-playful countenance, busy blue eye, and sunny locks, bearing in one hand a small cup of china, and in the other a wreath of fresh flowers. Feeling a very natural curiosity to know what she could do with these bright things in a place that seemed to partake so much of sadness, I watched her light motions. Reaching a retired grave, covered with a plain marble slab, she emptied the seed— which it appeared the cup contained—into the slight cavities...