The wanderer: or, A collection of original tales and essays, Volum 2 |
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Pàgina 2
... wall , the spectral form of a human being , lying in the most obscure corner , bound down to the damp earth by a huge chain of iron . The pale light that gleamed through the nar- row casement , struck only upon his countenance , and the ...
... wall , the spectral form of a human being , lying in the most obscure corner , bound down to the damp earth by a huge chain of iron . The pale light that gleamed through the nar- row casement , struck only upon his countenance , and the ...
Pàgina 20
... walls of Baroche . The fine prospects to our right and left were continually varying in interest and beauty , during a three hours journey ; when we arrived at the town of Zinore , which is situated on the most lofty bank of the ...
... walls of Baroche . The fine prospects to our right and left were continually varying in interest and beauty , during a three hours journey ; when we arrived at the town of Zinore , which is situated on the most lofty bank of the ...
Pàgina 21
... walls are adorned by numerous and interesting groups of figures , whose vast pillars display such an originality of architectural splendour , 1 and whose solemn recesses abound with a pro- fusion and which are most exquisitely ...
... walls are adorned by numerous and interesting groups of figures , whose vast pillars display such an originality of architectural splendour , 1 and whose solemn recesses abound with a pro- fusion and which are most exquisitely ...
Pàgina 45
... walls of that place of torment ; I was al- ways led to believe , that the meek and lowly fol- lowers of Jesus , abhorred all cruelty and perse- cution . But now , for the first time , I beheld their zealous priests , far exceeding the ...
... walls of that place of torment ; I was al- ways led to believe , that the meek and lowly fol- lowers of Jesus , abhorred all cruelty and perse- cution . But now , for the first time , I beheld their zealous priests , far exceeding the ...
Pàgina 64
... portal of this stupendous and ancient edifice ; and , as we approached its sculptured walls , those beautiful lines of Congreve forcibly struck my recollection , where he says $ 6Tis dreadful ! " How rev'rend is the face 64 THE WANDERER .
... portal of this stupendous and ancient edifice ; and , as we approached its sculptured walls , those beautiful lines of Congreve forcibly struck my recollection , where he says $ 6Tis dreadful ! " How rev'rend is the face 64 THE WANDERER .
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The wanderer: or, A collection of original tales and essays, Volum 1 Charles Fothergill (of Salisbury.) Visualització completa - 1803 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 15 - Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.
Pàgina 159 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Pàgina 128 - Two of far nobler shape erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty seemed lords of all, And worthy seemed, for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure, Severe, but in true filial freedom placed; Whence true authority in men...
Pàgina 160 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.
Pàgina 83 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Pàgina 53 - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Pàgina 212 - Confess'd from yonder slow-extinguish'd clouds, All ether softening, sober Evening takes Her wonted station in the middle air ; A thousand shadows at her beck.
Pàgina 212 - In circle following circle, gathers round, To close the face of things. A fresher gale Begins to wave the wood, and stir the stream, Sweeping with shadowy gust the fields of corn ; While the quail clamours for his running mate. Wide o'er the thistly lawn, as swells the breeze, A whitening shower of vegetable down Amusive floats.
Pàgina 215 - Low walks the sun, and broadens by degrees, Just o'er the verge of day. The shifting clouds Assembled gay, a richly-gorgeous train, In all their pomp attend his setting throne. Air, earth, and ocean smile immense.
Pàgina 65 - Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight. The tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.