Narrative of a Yacht Voyage in the Mediterranean: During 1840-41, Volume 1

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J. Murray, 1842 - Mediterranean Region - 741 pages
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Page 346 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 144 - There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack...
Page 224 - ... This region, surely, is not of the earth. Was it not dropt from heaven ? Not a grove, Citron or pine or cedar, not a grot Sea-worn and mantled with the gadding vine, But breathes enchantment. Not a cliff but flings On the clear wave some image of delight, Some cabin-roof glowing with crimson flowers, Some ruined temple or fallen monument, To muse on as the bark is gliding by.
Page 119 - THE Moorish King rides up and down Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gates to those Of Bivarambla on he goes. Woe is me, Alhama...
Page 51 - Not there, not there, my child ! " Is it where the feathery palm trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze; And strange bright birds on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? " Not there, not there, my child...
Page 177 - His heav'nly counsels, too sublime for man, His secret mind decreed thy lengthen'd span : • He bade the dove her saving labours ply, To stay th...
Page 210 - ... free-born sons, And pour'd the plenty that belongs to men. Behold, the country cheering, villas rise, In lively prospect ; by the secret lapse Of brooks now lost, and streams renown'd in song; In Umbria's closing vales, or on the brow Of her brown hills that breathe the scented gale; On...
Page 244 - When Athens' armies fell at Syracuse, And fettered thousands bore the yoke of war, Redemption rose up in the Attic Muse, Her voice their only ransom from afar : See ! as they chant the tragic hymn, the car Of the o'ermastered victor stops, the reins Fall from his hands — his idle scimitar Starts from its belt — he rends his captive's chains, And bids him thank the bard for freedom...
Page 302 - Darkness, deep as ancient night, Close o'er his name, and veil it from the sight! Vain, fruitless wish! no mighty voice hath said, " Here, Sea of ruin, shall thy waves be stay'd ;" But still they roll resistless ; on the tide Ensangum'd Zeal and gaunt Ambition ride. Byzantium sinks o'erwhelm'd, and fades away The last faint beam of Latium's brighter day, While Rome's...
Page 104 - ... They might mean never so well, but they would end by buying dirk hat-pins and claymore brooches for their wives, their daughters would all run after the kilted regiment and marry as many of the pipers as asked them, and before night they would all be shouting with the noble FitzEustace — "Where 's the coward who would not dare To fight for such a land ?" While I was rhapsodizing, Salemina and Francesca were shopping in the Arcade, buying some of the cairngorms, and Tam O'Shanter purses, and...

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