A guide along the Danube: from Vienna to Constatinople, Smyrna, Athens, the Morea, the Ionian Islands, and Venice ...

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F. Westley, 1837 - 240 Seiten
 

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Seite 229 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers.
Seite 231 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Seite 135 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Seite 227 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Seite 87 - Queen of the Morn ! Sultana of the East ! City of wonders, on whose sparkling breast, Fair, slight, and tall, a thousand palaces Fling their gay shadows over golden seas ! Where towers and domes bestud the gorgeous land, And countless masts, a mimic forest stand ; Where eypress shades the minaret's snowy hue.
Seite 183 - A more thorough change," says Mr Emerson, "can scarcely be conceived than that which has actually occurred at Ephesus. Once the seat of active commerce, the very sea has shrunk from its solitary shores ; its streets, once populous with the devotees of Diana, are now ploughed over by the Ottoman serf, or browsed by the sheep of the peasant.
Seite 231 - Before St. Mark still glow his steeds of brass, Their gilded collars glittering in the sun ; But is not Doria's menace come to pass ? Are they not bridled? — Venice, lost and won, Her thirteen hundred years of freedom done, Sinks, like a seaweed, into whence she rose!
Seite 17 - A blending of all beauties ; streams and dells, Fruit, foliage, crag, wood, corn-field, mountain, vine, And chiefless castles, breathing stern farewells From grey but leafy walls, where Ruin greenly dwells.
Seite 236 - Mark's on an evening ; see its fine square in all its marble beauty — the domes and minarets of its old church ; the barbaric gloom of the Doge's palace ; its proud towering Campanile ; look upon the famous Corinthian horses, and think of their emigration, on the winged lion of the Piraeus ; walk in the illumination of its long line of...
Seite 227 - I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles!

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