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The Crescent and the Cross; Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel
Bartholomew Eliot George Warburton
No preview available - 1999
Alexandria ancient appearance Arab arrived Baalbec banks beautiful Bedouin beneath Beyrout boat bright Cairo camels carpet cataract Christian church cliffs Constantinople convent crew Damascus dark desert distance divan dragoman dress Egypt Egyptian Emir English Ethiopia eyes faith feet gardens Greek groves hand hareem hills hippopotamus horse hour inhabitants island Jaffa Jerusalem Jews land Lebanon light lonely looked luxury Mahmoud Mameluke Maronite Mehemet Mehemet Ali miles morning Moslem Mount mountain never night Nile Nubia once palace Palestine palm-trees palms Pasha passed path picturesque pilgrims pipe plain pyramids river rocks rode round ruins sails sands Saracen scarcely scene scenery seemed servants shade shadow Sheikh shore Sidon silent slave soon spirit steep stood stream Syria temple tent Thebes tion tombs towers town traveller tribes turban Turkish Turks valley village Wady Halfa walls wandered waves wide wild women
Page 206 - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king ; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord.
Page 168 - A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. The Boy was sprung to manhood : in the wilds Of fiery climes he made himself a home, And his soul drank their sunbeams : he was girt With strange and dusky aspects ; he was not Himself like what he had been; on the sea And on the shore he was a wanderer...
Page 168 - So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful, That God alone was to be seen in heaven.
Page 227 - They that see thee shall narrowly look upon thee, and consider thee, saying, Is this the man that made the earth to tremble, that did shake kingdoms; that made the world as a wilderness, and destroyed the cities thereof; that opened not the house of his prisoners?
Page 13 - Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Page 26 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Page 1 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Page 173 - Ave, Maria ; blessed be the hour, The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet, the forest leaves seemed stirred with prayer.
Page 217 - Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here: — up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.