Spanish Pictures, Drawn with Pen and PencilReligious Tract Society, 1870 - Всего страниц: 200 |
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... beautiful view of sea and rounded cliffs , not unlike Howth Head , and a fine sweep of sandy beach ; a cheerful market- place , where I stood and sketched two or three old women with long streamers and orange handkerchiefs ; and a ...
... beautiful view of sea and rounded cliffs , not unlike Howth Head , and a fine sweep of sandy beach ; a cheerful market- place , where I stood and sketched two or three old women with long streamers and orange handkerchiefs ; and a ...
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... beautiful one in many ways . The foliage was exceedingly fine and luxuriant ; such groves of beech in all the splendour of their early summer green , and with merino sheep feeding under them , and grey rocks jutting out amid heath , and ...
... beautiful one in many ways . The foliage was exceedingly fine and luxuriant ; such groves of beech in all the splendour of their early summer green , and with merino sheep feeding under them , and grey rocks jutting out amid heath , and ...
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... beautiful citadel - towers , one above another , and the old Spanish houses with their numerous windows and varied shades of buff and pinkish walls , are all worth seeing . Though a small town for one of such 50 AMONG THE BASQUES ...
... beautiful citadel - towers , one above another , and the old Spanish houses with their numerous windows and varied shades of buff and pinkish walls , are all worth seeing . Though a small town for one of such 50 AMONG THE BASQUES ...
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... beautiful carved wooden seats , and listened to some very singular , though fine music . It was so rapid : I never heard sacred music so quick . " We spent our Sunday in Pampelona . Early in the morning we went for a quiet walk . The ...
... beautiful carved wooden seats , and listened to some very singular , though fine music . It was so rapid : I never heard sacred music so quick . " We spent our Sunday in Pampelona . Early in the morning we went for a quiet walk . The ...
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... beautiful little river Bidassoa , which divides . France from Spain in this part . The steep cliffs are fringed with box and heather , and have charming variety and beauty . We saw a curious way of bringing boats up the river here ...
... beautiful little river Bidassoa , which divides . France from Spain in this part . The steep cliffs are fringed with box and heather , and have charming variety and beauty . We saw a curious way of bringing boats up the river here ...
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Стр. 179 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Стр. 39 - My loving people, we have been persuaded by some that are careful of our safety to take heed how we commit ourselves to armed multitudes, for fear of treachery ; but I assure you I do not desire to live to distrust my faithful and loving people.
Стр. 34 - It was about the lovely close of a warm summer's day, There came a gallant merchant ship full sail to Plymouth bay ; The crew had seen Castile's black fleet, beyond Aurigny's isle, At earliest twilight, on the waves, lie heaving many a mile.
Стр. 36 - Save and deliver us, we humbly beseech thee, from the hands of our enemies, abate their pride, assuage their malice, and confound their devices ; that we, being armed with thy defence, may be preserved evermore from all perils, to glorify thee, who art the only giver of all victory ; through the merits of thy only Son, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Стр. 136 - When one looks upon the fairy tracery of the peristyles, and the apparently fragile fretwork of the walls, it is difficult to believe that so much has survived the 'wear and tear of centuries, the shocks of earthquakes, the violence of war, and the quiet, though no less baneful, pilferings of the tasteful traveller : it is almost sufficient to excuse the popular tradition, that the whole is protected by a magic charm.
Стр. 39 - This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea. . . . This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth.
Стр. 84 - Lord cometh out of His place to punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity : the earth shall disclose her blood, and shall no more cover her slain.
Стр. 40 - I am come amongst you, as you see, at this time, not for my recreation and disport, but being resolved, in the midst and heat of the battle, to live or die amongst you all, to lay down for my God, and for my kingdom, and for my people, my honour and my blood, even in the dust.
Стр. 35 - Parma ; for with the grace of God, if we live, I doubt it not but ere it be long so to handle the matter with the Duke of Sidonia as he shall wish himself at St. Mary Port among his orange trees.
Стр. 41 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeams' misty light And the lantern dimly burning.