A Winter in Algeria, 1863-4

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S. Low, Son, and Marston, 1865 - Algeria - 372 pages
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Page 342 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Page 49 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Page 88 - Larger constellations burning, mellow moons and happy skies, Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster, knots of Paradise.
Page 75 - For I would not, brethren, that ye should be ignorant of this mystery, lest ye should be wise in your own conceits; that blindness in part is happened to Israel, until the fulness of the Gentiles be come in.
Page 176 - Right through the yielding skies, a massive flood Of multitudinous beams ; an endless sea, That flows, but ebbs not, breaking on the shore Of this dark earth with never-ceasing wave ; Yet, in its swiftest flow, or fullest spring-tide, Giving less sound than does one falling blossom Which the May breeze lays lightly on the sward.
Page 104 - ... manner of Moorish ladies. He gave her rich suits of brocade and cloth of gold ; he gave her a white donkey from Spain to ride on ; he gave her jewels, scented tobacco to smoke, henna for her eyelids and finger-nails — in short, he paid her every little delicate attention that he could think of ; and, finally, he condescended to play with her for a princely stake — nothing less than the repudiation of the other three wives, and the settlement of all his treasures upon her — at yadace-.
Page 102 - WE cannot better illustrate life in Algiers than by a story. The game of yadace" consists solely in abstaining from receiving anything whatsoever from the person with whom you play. At the commencement of the game, each player takes by the end a piece of straw, a slip of paper, or even, it may be, a blade of grass, which is broken or torn in two pieces between them, the sacramental formula, " Yadace," being pronounced at the same time.
Page 150 - O'er cliff and vale, its wealth of rosy smiles. Each sunbeam seems the very soul of joy ; No sadness soils it ; scattering gladsomeness, Like a bright angel, onward still it moves. The very churchyard brightens, as the ray Alights upon its tombstones, and the turf Seems strangely heaving to the radiant glow, As if fore-dating the expected sunrise, When, at the first gleam of the Morning-star...
Page 176 - ... into the cloud of sunset, Yet not a sound is heard. It dashes full On yon broad rock, yet not an echo answers. It lights in myriad drops upon the flower, Yet not a blossom stirs. It does not move The slightest film of floating gossamer, Which the faint touch of insect's wing would shiver.
Page 104 - Hassan-el-Djeninah saw the state of affairs in an instant. The Giaour must be in the chest! He knocked over the wretched black slave like a ninepin, rushed to the chest, and tried to raise the lid. " ' The key, woman ! the key ! ' he cried. " ' My lord, I have it not. It is lost ; it is gone to be mended/ " Hassan was not a man to be trifled with ; the trembling • I A MOORISH LADY IN WALKING COSTUME.

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