Letters, During a Tour Through Some Parts of France, Savoy, Switzerland, Germany, and the Netherlands: In the Summer of 1817Kirk & Mercein, 1818 - 312 páginas |
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... perhaps one of the purest and richest specimens of this style of architecture in Europe . The spire is remarkably lofty . It is built of wood covered with lead . It was burnt down about fifty years ago , and is now eighty feet lower ...
... perhaps one of the purest and richest specimens of this style of architecture in Europe . The spire is remarkably lofty . It is built of wood covered with lead . It was burnt down about fifty years ago , and is now eighty feet lower ...
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... perhaps , with vexation than with plea- sure . So much has been omitted , which you wish you had observed - so many inquiries have been forgot- ten , or did not occur at the moment , which you might have made the effect of each object ...
... perhaps , with vexation than with plea- sure . So much has been omitted , which you wish you had observed - so many inquiries have been forgot- ten , or did not occur at the moment , which you might have made the effect of each object ...
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... perhaps the broadest , cleanest , and most elegant street in the city . Some , it may be , will except the Rue Royale , which runs parallel with it , and con- nects the termination of the Boulevard Madeleine with the Place Louis Quinze ...
... perhaps the broadest , cleanest , and most elegant street in the city . Some , it may be , will except the Rue Royale , which runs parallel with it , and con- nects the termination of the Boulevard Madeleine with the Place Louis Quinze ...
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... I have made too free with the latter for your patience - and should write too warm- ly , perhaps , on the former for my own reputation as to meekness and prudence . Your's , & c . LETTER VIII . Paris . MY DEAR To - day 46 PARIS .
... I have made too free with the latter for your patience - and should write too warm- ly , perhaps , on the former for my own reputation as to meekness and prudence . Your's , & c . LETTER VIII . Paris . MY DEAR To - day 46 PARIS .
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... Perhaps this was the most terrible moment of this most dreadful morning . Another instant and this best of kings would have received , from his re- bellious subjects , indignities too horrid to mention- indignities that would have been ...
... Perhaps this was the most terrible moment of this most dreadful morning . Another instant and this best of kings would have received , from his re- bellious subjects , indignities too horrid to mention- indignities that would have been ...
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Página 157 - Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers. For what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? And what communion hath light with darkness? And what concord hath Christ with Belial? Or what part hath he that believeth with an infidel?
Página 183 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Página 139 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Página 139 - Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires ; Hesperus that led The starry host rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
Página 279 - And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country ; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat : and no man gave unto him.
Página 47 - As soon as the king had left the carriage, three guards surrounded him, and would have taken off his clothes ; but he repulsed them with haughtiness : he undressed himself, untied his neckcloth, opened his shirt, and arranged it himself. The guards, whom the determined countenance of the king had for a moment disconcerted, seemed to recover their audacity. They surrounded him again, and would have seized his hands. " What are you attempting ?" said the king, drawing back his hands. " To bind you,
Página 48 - I heard him pronounce distinctly these memorable words. — ' / die innocent of all the crimes laid to my charge. I pardon those who have occasioned my death, and I pray to God that the blood you are now going to shed may never be visited on France.
Página 236 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar— for 'twas trod Until his very steps have left a trace, Worn as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 48 - Saviour who is about to recompense you;' at these words he raised his eyes to heaven with an expression that can never be described. ' You are right,' said he, ' nothing less than his example should make me submit to such a degradation.' Then, turning to the guards, ' Do what you will, I will drink of the cup even to the dregs.