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... Greece , " the land of battle and of song , " and beholds them as they were in the days of her glory and renown . The venerable groves of the academy and the lyceum rise to his view , where lessons of wisdom once flowed from the lips of ...
... Greece , " the land of battle and of song , " and beholds them as they were in the days of her glory and renown . The venerable groves of the academy and the lyceum rise to his view , where lessons of wisdom once flowed from the lips of ...
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... Greece , the eye of the observer is next directed to imperial Rome , and rests upon the palaces , the temples , the columns , the triumphal arches , which once adorn- ed the seven hills of the " Eternal City . " He contemplates with ...
... Greece , the eye of the observer is next directed to imperial Rome , and rests upon the palaces , the temples , the columns , the triumphal arches , which once adorn- ed the seven hills of the " Eternal City . " He contemplates with ...
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... Greece ; it then consisted of but sixteen letters , the rest having been added at subsequent and distant periods . Those who urge the claims of the Hebrews , say , that the Greeks confounded the Phoenicians with the Hebrews , in ...
... Greece ; it then consisted of but sixteen letters , the rest having been added at subsequent and distant periods . Those who urge the claims of the Hebrews , say , that the Greeks confounded the Phoenicians with the Hebrews , in ...
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... Greece . It is unnecessary to enter into a detailed account of the sa- cred writers after Moses , or a minute examination of their par- ticular merits , as their works are , or ought to be , familiar to our readers . Among the most ...
... Greece . It is unnecessary to enter into a detailed account of the sa- cred writers after Moses , or a minute examination of their par- ticular merits , as their works are , or ought to be , familiar to our readers . Among the most ...
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... Greece ; and in endeavoring to trace even its outlines , we become bewildered and entangled in the mazes of tradition , or lost in the fabulous and legendary history of the times . Historians , however , are agreed in this , * Enfield's ...
... Greece ; and in endeavoring to trace even its outlines , we become bewildered and entangled in the mazes of tradition , or lost in the fabulous and legendary history of the times . Historians , however , are agreed in this , * Enfield's ...
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Page 128 - Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Page 156 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 303 - Then turning, I to them my speech address'd, And thus began : * Francesca! your sad fate Even to tears my grief and pity moves. But tell me; in the time of your sweet sighs, By what, and how Love granted, that ye knew Your yet uncertain wishes ?* She replied : * No greater grief than to remember days Of joy, when misery is at hand.
Page 204 - Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, That hush'd the stormy main : Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed : Mountains, ye mourn in vain Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloudtopt head. On dreary Arvon's shore they lie, Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale : Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by.
Page 33 - The hills melted like wax at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth. 6 The heavens declare his righteousness, and all the people see his glory.
Page ii - BBOWN, of the said district, hath deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as author, in the words following, to wit : " Sertorius : or, the Roman Patriot.
Page 56 - Blest as th' immortal gods is he, The youth who fondly sits by thee, And hears and sees thee all the while Softly speak and sweetly smile.
Page 56 - One may see by what is left of them, that she followed nature in all her thoughts, without descending to those little points, conceits, and turns of wit with which many of our modern lyrics are sox miserably infected.
Page 56 - Twas this deprived my soul of rest, And rais'd such tumults in my breast ; For while I gaz'd, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost : My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Page 57 - O VENUS, beauty of the skies, To whom a thousand temples rise, Gaily false in gentle smiles, Full of love-perplexing wiles ; O goddess ! from my heart remove The wasting cares and pains of love.