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At Home and Abroad: A Sketch-book of the Life, Scenery, and Men, Հատոր 1 Bayard Taylor Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1860 |
At Home and Abroad: A Sketch-book of the Life, Scenery, and Men Bayard Taylor Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1860 |
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Էջ 373 - A million emeralds break from the ruby-budded lime In the little grove where I sit — ah, wherefore cannot I be Like things of the season gay, like the bountiful season bland, When the far-off sail is blown by the breeze of a softer clime, Half-lost in the liquid azure bloom of a crescent of sea, The silent sapphire-spangled marriage ring of the land?
Էջ 64 - Good friend ! for Jesus' sake forbear To dig the dust inclosed here. Blest be the man that spares these stones ; And cursed be he that moves my bones.
Էջ 188 - Lonely — save when, by thy rippling tides, From thicket to thicket the angler glides; Or the simpler comes, with basket and book For herbs of power on thy banks to look; Or haply...
Էջ 499 - Oh sweet it was in Aves to hear the landward breeze A-swing with good tobacco in a net between the trees, With a negro lass to fan you, while you listened to the roar Of the breakers on the reef outside, that never touched the shore.
Էջ 2 - I envied every bird that sat swinging upon the topmost bough of the great, century-old cherry tree ; the weather-cock on our barn seemed to me to whirl in a higher region of the air ; and to rise from the earth in a balloon, was a bliss which I would almost have given my life to enjoy.
Էջ 3 - ... houses appeared to my triumphant view. The prospect, though it did not extend more than four miles in any direction, was boundless. Away in the northwest, glimmering through the trees, was a white object — probably the front of a distant barn ; but I shouted to the astonished servant-girl, who had just discovered me from the garden below : " I see the Falls of Niagara...
Էջ 3 - I ventured out, and was soon seated astride of the sharp ridge. Unknown forests, new fields and houses, appeared to my triumphant view. The prospect, though it did not extend more than four miles in any direction, was boundless. Away in the...
Էջ 359 - ... the rare faculty of placing a subject in the clearest and most vivid light by a few luminous words — concerning each. He thought, as he talked, without effort. I should compare his brain to the Fountain of Vaucluse — a still, deep and tranquil pool, without a ripple on its surface, but creating a river by its overflow. He asked me many questions, but did not always wait for an answer, the question itself suggesting some reminiscence, or some thought which he had evident pleasure in expressing:....
Էջ 36 - I REACHED London for the second time about the middle of March, 1846, after a dismal walk through Normandy, and a stormy passage across the Channel. I stood upon London Bridge, in the raw mist and the falling twilight, with a franc and a half in my pocket, and deliberated what I should do. Weak from sea-sickness, hungry, chilled, and without a single acquaintance in the great city, my situation was about as hopeless as it is possible to conceive.
Էջ 447 - on the lawn, and the " liquid azure bloom of a crescent of sea " glimmered afar. I had not been two minutes in the drawing-room before Tennyson walked in. So unlike are the published portraits of him that I was almost in doubt as to his identity. The engraved head suggests a moderate stature, but he is tall and broadshouldered as a son of Anak, with hair, beard, and eyes, of southern darkness.