The Nilometer and the Sacred Soil: A Diary of a Tour Through Egypt, Palestine, and SyriaCarleton, 1869 - 316 páginas |
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... on from east to west So massive , yet so shadowy , so ethereal , As to belong rather to heaven than earth , But instantly receives into his soul A sense , a feeling that he loses not , 16 THE NILOMETER AND THE SACRED SOIL .
... on from east to west So massive , yet so shadowy , so ethereal , As to belong rather to heaven than earth , But instantly receives into his soul A sense , a feeling that he loses not , 16 THE NILOMETER AND THE SACRED SOIL .
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... feeling that he loses not , A something that informs him ' tis a moment Whence he may date henceforward and forever . " To me they seemed the barriers of a world , Saying Thus far , no farther ! and as o'er The level plain I travelled ...
... feeling that he loses not , A something that informs him ' tis a moment Whence he may date henceforward and forever . " To me they seemed the barriers of a world , Saying Thus far , no farther ! and as o'er The level plain I travelled ...
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... feeling of sadness . As the evening arrived before we had finished our dinner , we postponed until the following day our visit to the churches , public monuments , and institutions . FRIDAY , December 6 . The weather was very cloudy all ...
... feeling of sadness . As the evening arrived before we had finished our dinner , we postponed until the following day our visit to the churches , public monuments , and institutions . FRIDAY , December 6 . The weather was very cloudy all ...
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... feeling is sea - sickness ! It takes all one's strength and spirit away . Lying languidly in our rocking - chairs , wrapped up in shawls and blankets , the Grecian Islands have passed before us without ex- citing any of those feelings ...
... feeling is sea - sickness ! It takes all one's strength and spirit away . Lying languidly in our rocking - chairs , wrapped up in shawls and blankets , the Grecian Islands have passed before us without ex- citing any of those feelings ...
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... Feelings of anger , sadness , and pity creep over you in looking at it ! Are we not in the nineteenth century ? the government which , instead of trying by all means in its power to enlighten the people given by God to its keeping ...
... Feelings of anger , sadness , and pity creep over you in looking at it ! Are we not in the nineteenth century ? the government which , instead of trying by all means in its power to enlighten the people given by God to its keeping ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abou Simbel admiration afternoon Alexandria Aline ancient Anti-Lebanon Arabs arrived backsheesh Balbek beautiful Bedouins boat breakfast breeze built Cairo cataract cloth columns commenced Consul Copt covered Crocodile crowd dahabeeh Damascus deck dinner donkeys dragoman edifice Egypt Egyptian eight encampment English Ephrath Estella eyes feet flowers Fostat four gardens gentlemen Girgeh half-past handsome Henry Beadel hills Holy horses hundred Jerusalem Joseph Karnak king ladies leaving light look lunch Luxor marble Messrs miles Mohammed El-Adli monuments morning mosque Mount Mount Gerizim mountains Mussulman Mustapha night Nile o'clock palace party passed plain Pyramids Rameses Rameses II remained returned ride river rock Rogers ruins sailing Saladin Samian wine sculptures shade shore side Siout soon steamer stones stopped surrounded Syria temple tents Thebes to-day tombs took trees valley village voyage walk walls weather wind yards yawl
Pasajes populares
Página 19 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine ; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves To think such breasts must suckle slaves. 16 Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die...
Página 18 - What, silent still? And silent all? Ah no ! The voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall And answer, 'Let one living head, But one arise - we come, we come !' 'Tis but the living who are dumb.
Página 19 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks— They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords and native ranks The only hope of courage dwells: But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
Página 18 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Página 229 - And as for me, when I came from Padan, Rachel died by me in the land of Canaan in the way, when yet there was but a little way to come unto Ephrath: and I buried her there in the way of Ephrath; the same is Bethlehem.
Página 17 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Página 17 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they?
Página 228 - And Rachel died, and was buried in the way to Ephrath, which is Beth-lehem. And Jacob set a pillar upon her grave : that is the pillar of Rachel's grave unto this day.
Página 228 - And it came to pass, as her soul was in departing, (for she died) that she called his name Ben-oni: but his father called him Benjamin.
Página 18 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!