East and WestR. Clay, Sons, and Taylor, 1880 - 220 sider |
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Acropolis amongst Anti-Lebanon Arab ascended Baalbec backsheesh bazaars beautiful Bedouins blue Bosporus boys carriages Christ church coloured Corinthian pillars crowded distance dragoman dress early exquisite eyes feeling feet high flowers Friends girls glorious glory Golden Horn grand Greek green hill holy horses incircled interest Jerusalem journey ladies lake land Lebanon limestone looked lovely lunch magnificent marble marvellous miles minarets Moab morning mosque Mount of Olives mountains native night noble Palestine Parthenon passed picturesque pillars plain poor prayer rain reached rest rich ride rock rode round Sabbath scene Scopas seemed side sight sitting sleep snow snowy soul spot stone stood streets Table d'hôte temple tents thee Theseus thought tion told tomb took town trees Trieste Venice walk walls whilst winding woman women worship yearly meeting
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Side 200 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude.
Side 125 - And yet how lovely in thine age of woe, Land of lost gods and godlike men, art thou!
Side 101 - Thus saith the Lord, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls.
Side 185 - And nights devoid of ease. Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction
Side 5 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Side 207 - The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry ? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the Spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
Side 197 - On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air), And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Side 207 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death...
Side 121 - May we know what this new doctrine, whereof thou speakest, is? 20 For thou bringest certain strange things to our ears: we would know therefore what these things mean. 21 (For all the Athenians, and strangers which were there, spent their time in nothing else, but either to tell or to hear some new thing...
Side 206 - Green ever amid the snows of winter, told Of immortality, and gracefully The willow, a perpetual mourner, drooped ; And there the gadding woodbine crept about, And there the ancient ivy. From the spot Where the sweet maiden, in her blossoming years Cut off, was laid with streaming eyes, and hands That trembled as they placed her therp, the rose Sprung modest, on bowed stalk, and better spoke Her graces, than the proudest monument.