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Էջ 301 - Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device, Excelsior!
Էջ 51 - The river Rhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne; But tell me, Nymphs! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
Էջ 285 - The spring may here with autumn twine, And both combined may rule the year, And fresh-blown flowers and racy wine In frosted clusters still be near — Dearer the wild and snowy hills, Where hale and ruddy freedom smiles.
Էջ 48 - IN the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er the town. As the summer morn was breaking, on that lofty tower I stood, And the world threw off the darkness, like the weeds of widowhood.
Էջ 186 - And when the loud bell shakes the spires And flame aloft the signal-fires, I go below and join the throng And swing my sword and sing my song : " I am the boy of the mountain !" Salzburg lies on both sides of the Salza, hemmed in on either hand by precipitous mountains.
Էջ 219 - Biilach, those tall and stately trees, with velvet down upon their shining leaves and rustic benches underneath their overhanging eaves ! A leafy dwelling, fit to be the home of elf or fairy, where first I told my love to thee, thou cold and stately Hermione ! A little peasant girl stood near, and listened all the while, with eyes of wonder and delight, and an unconscious smile, to hear the stranger...
Էջ 33 - Cheviots in the distance. I thought of Pringle's beautiful farewell : " Our native land, our native vale, A long, a last adieu, Farewell to bonny Teviot-dale, And Cheviot's mountains blue!" The poet was born in the valley below, and one that looks upon its beauty cannot wonder how his heart clung to the scenes he was leaving. We saw Jedburgh and its majestic old Abbey, and ascended the valley of the Jed towards the Cheviots. The hills, covered with woods of a luxuriant and even gorgeous beauty of...
Էջ 75 - At nine o'clock fie choir of singers came again in a procession, with colored lanterns, on poles, and after singing two or three songs, the statue was exhibited in the red glare of the Bengal light. The trees and houses around the square were covered with the glow, which streamed in broad sheets up against the dark sky. Within the walls the greater part of Frankfort is built in the old German style — the houses six or seven stories high, and every story projecting out over the other, so that those...
Էջ 36 - It made my blood boil to hear those tones, wrung from the heart of poverty by the hand of tyranny. The ignorance, permitted by the government, causes an unheard amount of misery and degradation. We heard afterwards in the streets, another company who played on musical instruments. Beneath the proud swell of England's martial airs, there sounded to my ears a tone whose gathering murmur will make itself heard ere long by the dull ears of Power. At last, at the appointed time, we found ourselves on...