My Holiday: How I Spent It: Being Some Rough Notes of a Trip to Europe and Back, in the Summer of 1866

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M. Taylor, 1867 - 275 páginas
 

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Página 241 - There is a stone there, that whoever kisses, Oh! he never misses to grow eloquent. 'Tis he may clamber to a lady's chamber, Or become a member of parliament: A clever spouter he'll sure turn out, or An out-and-outer, "to be let alone," Don't hope to hinder him, or to bewilder him; Sure he's a pilgrim from the Blarney stone!
Página 66 - The castled crag of Drachenfels("> Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me ! 2.
Página 68 - The great Barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then when he saw it could hold no more Bishop Hatto he made fast the door, And while for mercy on Christ they call He set fire to the Barn and burnt them all. I' faith 'tis an excellent bonfire ! quoth he, And the country is greatly obliged to me, For ridding it in these times forlorn Of Rats that only consume. the corn.
Página 69 - And through the walls by thousands they pour, And down from the ceiling, and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, And all at once to the Bishop they go. " They have whetted their teeth against the stones, And now they pick the Bishop's bones ; They gnaw'd the flesh from every limb, For they were sent to do judgment on him.
Página 159 - Beneath lies Sir Christopher Wren, the builder of this Church and City, who lived upwards of ninety years, not for himself but for the public good. Header, eeekest thou his monument ? Look around !" Above is the organ built by Schmidt, in 1694.
Página 186 - ... here and there a line of light vapoury smoke, with a tower or spire, marking the site of a goodly town or humble village. In the midst the broad placid river, studded with islets, and its surface alive with flocks of swans, and innumerable...
Página 239 - To feel how fair shall long be mine. Sweet Innisfallen, long shall dwell In memory's dream that sunny smile Which o'er thee on that evening fell, When first I saw thy fairy isle.
Página 186 - But of all that belongs to the beautiful in scenery nothing is wanting. Wood and water, softly-swelling hills and hazy distance, with village spires and lordly halls, are blended in beautiful harmony. From the gentle slope of the hill a vast expanse of country stretches far away till the distance is closed by the hills of Buckinghamshire on the north-west, and the Surrey downs on the south-east ; and all this intermediate space is one wide valley of the most luxuriant fertility, but appearing to...
Página 211 - Jesvs sake forbeare, To digg the dvst encloased heare ; Bleste be ye. man yt. spares thes stones, And cvrst be he yt moves my bones.
Página 237 - had there been at the bottom, among the rugged masses of black rock, some smoke and flame instead of water, we might have imagined we were looking into the entrance of the infernal regions.

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