Fresh Gleanings; Or, A New Sheaf from the Old Fields of Continental EuropeHarper, 1847 - 336 sayfa |
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Abbé Adolphe Baron beautiful blue Boldo Bremen Café Cameron cavern church coach Conciergerie Copita corner corridor cottage court crowded dark dinner dirty door dream dress Dutch Elbe English face fancy floor France French garden girl glittering gray green half hand head hills Hinzelmann horses Hôtel Hôtel de Ville hour houses Hungarian Illyrian Island lady Laibach light lodgers look Lyons Madame Madame de Sévigné Marseilles Merle Monsieur morning mountain never night Nôtre-Dame Oldenburg Otho palace Palais Palais Royal Paris Parisian passed Plâce poor portmanteau postillion Prince Provence quays quiet rich Rinulph river Rouen round seat seemed seen Sergent-de-ville shadows shore side stalactites Stavoren stone story stout strange stranger streets stretches tall thing thought tower town trees trembled turned valley Vatel walks wander waves wife wild window woman
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Sayfa 127 - ... de toutes les religions qui ont jamais existé, la religion chrétienne est la plus poétique, la plus humaine, la plus favorable à la liberté, aux arts et aux lettres, que le monde moderne lui doit tout, depuis l'agriculture jusqu'aux sciences abstraites, depuis les hospices pour les malheureux jusqu'aux temples bâtis par Michel-Ange et décorés par Raphaël.
Sayfa 196 - Chiare, fresche e dolci acque, ove le belle membra pose colei che sola a me par donna; gentil ramo ove piacque (con sospir mi rimembra) a lei di fare al bel fianco colonna; erba e fior che la gonna leggiadra ricoverse co l'angelico seno; aere sacro sereno ove Amor co' begli occhi il cor m'aperse: date udìenzia insieme a le dolenti mie parole estreme.
Sayfa 316 - Transfusing into them their dunghill soul. How did they rivet, with gigantic piles, Thorough the centre their new-catched miles, And to the stake a struggling country bound, Where barking waves still bait the forced ground, Building their watery Babel far more high To reach the sea, than those to scale the sky.
Sayfa 142 - We know, and it is our pride to know, that man is by his constitution a religious animal ; that atheism is against, not only our reason, but our instincts ; and that it cannot prevail long. But if, in the moment of riot, and in a drunken delirium from the hot spirit drawn out of the alembic of hell...
Sayfa 221 - ... joyously in the face — ah ! semper — semper causa est, cur ego semper amem ! If I had been of firmer stuff, I should have been to this day five kreitzers the richer. She ran off with a happy, ringing laugh, that made me feel richer by a zwanziger ; and there are twenty kreitzers in a zwanziger. I had buttoned up my coat, and was just about getting in the coach, when an old woman came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder, and, at the same instant, a little boy she led kissed my hand...
Sayfa 231 - For she was delicate and timid as a fawn, and there were memories that frightened her. Strange it was that so good a virgin should ever wake up affrighted : strange it was that so beautiful a maiden should not be wooed and won. Now Copita had a cousin, of wild Hungarian blood. Their eyes had met, but their souls had not For Otho was passionate and hot-blooded, and often stern ; — he loved the boar-hunts of the forests of the Juliennes.
Sayfa 233 - The green fir trees cover them, summer and winter ; the deer, wild as we, wander under them, and crop their low branches, when the snow covers the hills; and when the spring comes, the grass is green in a day !* — then what frolicking of boys and maidens ! — what smiles upon old faces !" Boldo drew his coat sleeve over his eyes. For one moment — one little moment — his heart was in his mountain home. Monsieur le Count, who was old and unmarried, drew a long breath.
Sayfa 219 - ... into the sunshine. While I was looking at the grenadiers, Cameron was feasting his eyes on the full proportions of the ruddy Hungarian girls. He told me they had bright, open faces, and a dashing air, and moved off under the trees that embowered the cottages, with the air of princesses.
Sayfa 217 - ... black eagle on the yellow coach door, gave us the dignity of Government patronage : — a huge roll of paper we carried, would secure us relays of horses in every post-town between Trieste and Gratz ; and our profound ignorance of the language, would insure to every begging, red-coated postillion, a plump '' Go to the devil," from our wicked friend Cameron.
Sayfa 229 - Once a year," said he, " the peasantry come to the cavern to be merry ; — for days before, you may see them coming, from the mountains away toward Salzburg, where they sing the Tyrolese ditties, and wear the jaunty hats of the Tyrol, and from the great plains, through which the mighty arms of the Northern River — the Danube — wander; and from the East, where they wear the turban, and talk the language of the Turk ; and from the South, as far as the hills, on which you may hear the murmur of...