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Abencerrages Admetus Alcestis Athens awhile battle beam beauty blest bloom bowers brave breast breath bright brow Caius Carmagnola Condottieri Conradin dark dead death deep despair doom dread dream dwell e'en earth Elgin Marbles Emilianus fair fame fanes fate fear feel fled flower foes gale gaze glance glorious glory glow grace Granada grandeur Greece grief hallow'd Hamet hast hath heart heaven hour hush'd Italy light lofty lonely lords of war majestic midst mighty mingled Moorish mortal mourn murmur ne'er Note o'er o'er thy once pangs pass'd Phidias plains Plutarch pride proud race repose rocks Rome rose scene shade shore shrine sigh silent skies sleep smile song soul sound Spain spirit splendour sublime swells tears thee thine thought throne tomb towers trace triumph vale Vale of Tempe vengeance Virgil's tomb voice wake warrior wave weep wild
Page 111 - At the hour of midnight the Salarian gate was silently opened, and the inhabitants were awakened by the tremendous sound of the Gothic trumpet. Eleven hundred and sixty-three years after the foundation of Rome, the imperial city, which had subdued and civilized so considerable a part of mankind, was delivered to the licentious fury of the tribes of Germany and Scythia.
Page 57 - ... violence without having experienced it ; but it may be compared to the heat of a large oven at the moment of drawing out the bread. When these winds begin to blow, the atmosphere assumes an alarming aspect. The sky, at other times so clear in this climate, becomes dark and heavy ; the sun loses its splendour, and appears of a violet colour.
Page 95 - That landscape ; and of pure, now purer air Meets his approach, and to the heart inspires Vernal delight and joy, able to drive All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils.
Page 91 - Paros and decorated by the statues of gods and heroes, and the lover of the arts must read with a sigh that the works of Praxiteles or Lysippus were torn from their lofty pedestals and hurled into the ditch on the heads of the besiegers...
Page 167 - Greece ! thou sapient nurse of finer arts ! Which to bright science blooming fancy bore ; Be this thy praise, that thou, and thou alone, In these hast led the way, in these excell'd, Crown'd with the laurel of assenting Time.
Page 93 - The Lord of hosts hath purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, And to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.
Page 95 - They perched on both sides the sail-yard, where some sat croaking, and others pecking the ends of the ropes. All looked upon this as an ill omen; yet Cicero went on shore, and, entering his house, lay down to repose himself. In the mean time a number of the crows settled in the chamber-window, and croaked in the most doleful manner.
Page 137 - Jewish history, as well as during the Roman empire, the Crusades, and even in later times. It has been a chosen place for encampment in every contest carried on in this country, from the days of Nebuchodonosor, king of the Assyrians, until the disastrous march of Bonaparte from Egypt into Syria. Warriors out of " every nation which is under heaven...
Page 117 - For there appeared unto them an horse with a terrible rider upon him, and adorned with a very fair covering, and he ran fiercely, and smote at Heliodorus with his forefeet, and it seemed that he that sat upon the horse had complete harness of gold.
Page 91 - Mais quand on songe que les chefs-d'œuvres du génie humain sont peut-être là devant nous et qu'un œil plus perçant les verrait à travers les ondes, l'on éprouve je ne sais quelle émotion qui renaît à Rome sans cesse sous diverses formes, et fait trouver une société pour la pensée dans les objets physiques, muets partout ailleurs.