Spanish Pictures, Drawn with Pen and PencilReligious Tract Society, 1870 - Всего страниц: 200 |
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... Perhaps he pries less curiously and suspiciously into the contents of a portmanteau than is done SPANISH CUSTOM - HOUSE . elsewhere . But his slow. TRAVELLING IN THE ASTURIAS . EXAMINATION AT THE CUSTOMS . PASS IN THE PYRENEES ABOVE ...
... Perhaps he pries less curiously and suspiciously into the contents of a portmanteau than is done SPANISH CUSTOM - HOUSE . elsewhere . But his slow. TRAVELLING IN THE ASTURIAS . EXAMINATION AT THE CUSTOMS . PASS IN THE PYRENEES ABOVE ...
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... perhaps a little overwooded , but still very agreeable , we came to a small place , where the horses had to bait . It was the last village of Navarre on this side , and a very picturesque spot , full of old gabled houses , built with ...
... perhaps a little overwooded , but still very agreeable , we came to a small place , where the horses had to bait . It was the last village of Navarre on this side , and a very picturesque spot , full of old gabled houses , built with ...
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... to rearrange his mantle against the new current of air to which he is about to expose himself . To the true Castilian nothing seems so dreadful as fresh air BURGOS . unless , perhaps , it be fresh water 56 PARIS ΤΟ MADRID .
... to rearrange his mantle against the new current of air to which he is about to expose himself . To the true Castilian nothing seems so dreadful as fresh air BURGOS . unless , perhaps , it be fresh water 56 PARIS ΤΟ MADRID .
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Samuel Manning. BURGOS . unless , perhaps , it be fresh water . It used to be said that every drop of water that came into Madrid was drunk . Even the beggars of Burgos stalk about , with a stately stride , muffled up to the eyes in ...
Samuel Manning. BURGOS . unless , perhaps , it be fresh water . It used to be said that every drop of water that came into Madrid was drunk . Even the beggars of Burgos stalk about , with a stately stride , muffled up to the eyes in ...
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... perhaps in Europe . For many leagues the road winds along amidst huge masses of granite , and over vast undulating plains , thickly strewn with blocks of unhewn stone . Few habitations of any kind are passed , and those are mere wigwams ...
... perhaps in Europe . For many leagues the road winds along amidst huge masses of granite , and over vast undulating plains , thickly strewn with blocks of unhewn stone . Few habitations of any kind are passed , and those are mere wigwams ...
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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.