A Few Months in the East, Or, A Glimpse of the Red, the Dead, and the Black SeasJ. Lovell, 1861 - 181 páginas |
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... to shew how so much ground can be gone over , and how so many interesting places may be visited , during a short period of relaxation , even by overwrought men of business ; and all this , with instruction to the mind and im- Preface.
... to shew how so much ground can be gone over , and how so many interesting places may be visited , during a short period of relaxation , even by overwrought men of business ; and all this , with instruction to the mind and im- Preface.
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... of Lisbon and the mouth of the Tagus ; but the whole extent of the coast of Portugal is classic ground . Cape St. Vincent and the Bay of Trafalgar excited emotions of no ordinary nature ; nor was it possible with indifferent feelings 9.
... of Lisbon and the mouth of the Tagus ; but the whole extent of the coast of Portugal is classic ground . Cape St. Vincent and the Bay of Trafalgar excited emotions of no ordinary nature ; nor was it possible with indifferent feelings 9.
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... ground , for their accommodation , and bread and meat to be distributed among the necessitous , who numbered nearly two thousand . Sir William and Lady Cod- rington's sympathy with these destitute sufferers was beyond all praise , and ...
... ground , for their accommodation , and bread and meat to be distributed among the necessitous , who numbered nearly two thousand . Sir William and Lady Cod- rington's sympathy with these destitute sufferers was beyond all praise , and ...
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... ground with their foreheads , springing and stand- ing upright , they then resume the kneeling posture . What a lesson to us , who pride ourselves on being Christians ! Go into any of our churches , and see how few will condescend to ...
... ground with their foreheads , springing and stand- ing upright , they then resume the kneeling posture . What a lesson to us , who pride ourselves on being Christians ! Go into any of our churches , and see how few will condescend to ...
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... ground at the rate of three miles an hour . But who would , now , in these days of rapid transit , prefer going from London and Edinburgh in a post - chaise , or carriage and four , the aristocratic mode of passing between these two ...
... ground at the rate of three miles an hour . But who would , now , in these days of rapid transit , prefer going from London and Edinburgh in a post - chaise , or carriage and four , the aristocratic mode of passing between these two ...
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A Few Months in the East Or a Glimpse of the Red, the Dead, and the Black Seas James Bell Forsyth No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2019 |
A Few Months in the East: Or, a Glimpse of the Red, the Dead, and the Black Seas James Bell Forsyth No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2012 |
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admiration Alexandria ancient appearance Arabs arrived Bachsheesh beautiful Beyrout Bosphorus British built Cairo Canada Canadian celebrated certainly CHAPTER Church coast Constantinople Damascus Dead Sea desert distance dragoman East edifice Egypt England entering excellent eyes feel feet French Gibraltar Greek ground hand harbour Hill Holy City hour House Imperial India interesting island Jaffa Jericho Jerusalem Jews Jordan journey kind land Latakia Lebanon London look Lord magnificent Malta Marseilles Mediterranean miles minarets Montreal morning Mosque Mount of Olives mountain occasion Omar Pacific Palace Palestine passed passengers plain present proceeded Province Pyramids Quebec railway Ramleh Red Sea regiment remarked renowned ride road rock route sailed scarcely scene sea of Marmora seen shores side Smyrna soon spot steamer stone stranger streets Suez summit Syria Temple terraces tion tomb town traveller trees Trois Pistoles Turks valley vicinity walls whole
Pasajes populares
Página 144 - The mountains look on Marathon— And Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sat 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 77 - HOW doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people ! How is she become as a widow ! she that was great among the nations, And princess among the provinces, how is she become tributary!
Página 99 - I made me great works; I builded me houses; I planted me vineyards: I made me gardens and orchards, and I planted trees in them of all kinds of fruits: I made me pools of water, to water therewith the wood that bringeth forth trees...
Página 80 - The Lord bless thee, and keep thee : the Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee : the Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.
Página 14 - Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
Página 81 - God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance ; thy holy temple have they defiled ; they have laid Jerusalem on heaps.
Página 94 - As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the LORD is round about his people from henceforth even for ever.
Página 77 - She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks : among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her: all her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they are become her enemies. Judah is gone into captivity because of affliction, and because of great servitude: she dwelleth among the heathen, she findeth no rest: all her persecutors overtook her between the straits.
Página 142 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. 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 144 - 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?