The Travels and Adventures of Celebrated Travelers in the Principal Countries of the Globe

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Страница 41 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Страница 611 - They are as venomous as the poison of a serpent, even like the deaf adder, that stoppeth her ears; 5 Which refuseth to hear the voice of the charmer, charm he never so wisely.
Страница 248 - When hastening to the place from whence others fled with the utmost terror, he steered his direct course to the point of danger, and with so much calmness and presence of mind, as to be able to make and dictate his observations upon the motion and figure of that dreadful scene.
Страница 496 - But here, — above, around, below, On mountain or in glen, Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower, Nor aught of vegetative power, The weary eye may ken. For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone...
Страница 552 - Thebes's streets three thousand years ago, When the Memnonium was in all its glory, And time had not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
Страница 34 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, 'Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Страница 553 - Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass; Or held, by Solomon's own invitation, A torch at the great temple's dedication. I need not ask thee if that hand, when...
Страница 553 - And standest undecayed within our presence, Thou wilt hear nothing till the judgment morning, When the great Trump shall thrill thee with its warning. Why should this worthless tegument endure, If its undying guest be lost...
Страница 34 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betrayed, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid Low i
Страница 689 - It was nicely clean and magnificent. I was met at the door by two black eunuchs, who led me through a long gallery between two ranks of beautiful young girls, with their hair finely plaited, almost hanging to their feet, all dressed in fine light damasks, brocaded with silver.

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