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Page 40
... once transported into other times and another realm , and were treading the scenes of Arabian story . We found ourselves in a great court paved with white marble and decorated at each end with light Moorish peristyles . It is called the ...
... once transported into other times and another realm , and were treading the scenes of Arabian story . We found ourselves in a great court paved with white marble and decorated at each end with light Moorish peristyles . It is called the ...
Page 42
... latticed balconies still remain , from whence the dark - eyed beauties of the harem might gaze unseen upon the entertain- ments of the hall below . Mu B.BRAIDWOD . It is impossible to contemplate this once 42 THE ALHAMBRA.
... latticed balconies still remain , from whence the dark - eyed beauties of the harem might gaze unseen upon the entertain- ments of the hall below . Mu B.BRAIDWOD . It is impossible to contemplate this once 42 THE ALHAMBRA.
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... once favorite abode of Oriental manners without feeling the early associations of Arabian romance , and almost expecting to see the white arm of some mysterious princess beckoning from the balcony , or some dark eye sparkling through ...
... once favorite abode of Oriental manners without feeling the early associations of Arabian romance , and almost expecting to see the white arm of some mysterious princess beckoning from the balcony , or some dark eye sparkling through ...
Page 57
... ! Out burst all with one accord , " This is Paradise for Hell ! Let France , let France's King Thank the man that did the thing ! " What a shout , and all one word , " Hervé Riel ! " As he stepped in front once more , Not a HERVÉ RIEL 57.
... ! Out burst all with one accord , " This is Paradise for Hell ! Let France , let France's King Thank the man that did the thing ! " What a shout , and all one word , " Hervé Riel ! " As he stepped in front once more , Not a HERVÉ RIEL 57.
Page 58
Charles H.Sylevester. As he stepped in front once more , Not a symptom of surprise In the frank blue Breton eyes , Just the same man as before . Then said Damfreville , " My friend , I must speak out at the end , Though I find the ...
Charles H.Sylevester. As he stepped in front once more , Not a symptom of surprise In the frank blue Breton eyes , Just the same man as before . Then said Damfreville , " My friend , I must speak out at the end , Though I find the ...
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Page 285 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He Who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How His first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who lone in' Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs...
Page 37 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress...
Page 431 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want, Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults As you from crimes would pardon'd be Let your indulgence set me free.
Page 415 - Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.
Page 377 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man : any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Page 415 - gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel : My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
Page 262 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Page 391 - Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Page 231 - May the great God, whom I worship, grant to my country, and for the benefit of Europe in general, a great and glorious victory, and may no misconduct in any one tarnish it; and may humanity after victory be the predominant feature in the British fleet! For myself individually, I commit my life to Him that made me; and may his blessing alight on my endeavours for serving my country faithfully!
Page 38 - Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...