Luxembourg: the Grand Duchy and Its PeopleT.F. Unwin, 1913 - 320 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
abbey altar Alzette ancient Ansembourg Arlon Beaufort beautiful Berdorf Boufflers bourg Bourscheid Brandenbourg bridge building built carved century chapel charming Christnach church Clervaux climb colour Consdorf Count curious Dasbourg delightful Diekirch Echternach Eisch entrance Erenz Noire Esch Ettelbrück feet Fels feudal flowers forest fortress France French garden German glorious Grand Duchy Grundhof height Hesperange hill Hobscheid houses huge hundred inscription interesting kilometres land leads leave little village look lords lovely Luxem Luxembourg magnificent Mamer Melusina Mersch miles Mondorf Mosel Müllerthal narrow Osling path peace Petrusse Pfaffenthal picturesque plateau railway reached relics remains Remich rises river rock Rodemack Roman Rome round ruins runs Ruritania saint seen seigneur Septfontaines side Soleuvre spot stands Stolzembourg stone stood story stream Sure tell tiny to-day tower town trees Trier twisting Useldange vale valley Vianden visitor walls wanderer Willibrord Wiltz woodland woods
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Página 134 - LEAVE the uproar : at a leap Thou shalt strike a woodland path, Enter silence, not of sleep, Under shadows, not of wrath ; Breath which is the spirit's bath, In the old Beginnings find, And endow them with a mind, Seed for seedling, swathe for swathe.
Página 104 - As when the Romans came. What sign of those that fought and died At shift of sword and sword? The barrow and the camp abide, The sunlight and the sward.
Página 240 - La révolution française a délivré Vianden. Comment? en tuant le donjon. Tant que le château a vécu, la ville a été morte. Le jour où le donjon est mort, le peuple est né. Aujourd'hui, dans son paysage splendide que viendra visiter un jour toute l'Europe, Vianden se compose de deux choses également consolantes et magnifiques, l'une sinistre, une ruine, l'autre riante, un peuple.
Página 16 - What but that blessed brief Of what is gallantest and best In all the full-shelved Libraries of Romance ? The Book of rocs, Sandalwood, ivory, turbans, ambergris, Cream-tarts, and lettered apes, and calendars, And ghouls, and genies — O, so huge They might have overed the tall Minster Tower Hands down, as schoolboys take a post ! In truth, the Book of Camaralzaman, Schemselnihar and Sindbad, Scheherezade...
Página 129 - The movement consists of taking five steps forwards and then three backwards ; the motion is slow and sedate, and it is a most curious sight to see the swaying procession wending its way slowly through the streets. The distance to be covered, from the bridge to the Basilica, is scarcely threequarters of a mile, yet it takes five or six hours for the entire procession to pass over the route. Until a few years ago — up to the time of the removal of St. .Willibrord's tomb to the Basilica— the dancers...
Página 196 - But wheresoe'er the highways tend, Be sure there's nothing at the end. Then follow you, wherever hie The travelling mountains of the sky. Or let the streams in civil mode Direct your choice upon a road...
Página 72 - Twixt mountains draped and hooded night and morn, Elusive notes in wandering wafture borne, From undiscoverable lips that blow An immaterial horn ; And spectral seem thy winter-boding trees, Thy ruinous bowers and drifted foliage wet — O Past and Future in sad bridal met, O voice of everything that perishes, And soul of all regret...
Página 101 - ... shuns them I abhor), These — for a fortnight — shall not fail To thrill the heart's susceptive core, To bind us with their ancient lore, Who rather like to listen when Sweet-lipp'd the sirens voice their score, 'Neath other skies, 'mid stranger men ! ENVOY Masters, who seek the minted ore, It 's only August now and then, Ah, take the Wanderer's way once more, 'Neath other skies, 'mid stranger men ! PR CHALMERS.
Página 221 - Where those who take my place may stand, To dream my own familiar dreams:— And I am loitering in a land, A tumbled land of stones and streams. REDITURUS GREEN vales of Kent, across the blue My heart unbidden turns to you; Your woodlands deep, your misty skies To me are more than paradise. Here sprawls the earth, in chaos hurled,— Brute fastness of a ruder world,— Couched dragonlike with spine and horn, And flushed with fury eve and morn. Beyond, aloft, the snow-capped dome And frowns across...
Página 130 - The windows °f all the houses are brightened with flowers • flags and streamers float in the air. As for the crowds of spectators, it is a marvel where they all come from. People line the streets thickly on both sides, and those who do not take part in the procession or fill the passive r6le of spectators crowd the churches of the town from as early an hour as five o'clock.