Notes of a wanderer, in search of health, through Italy, Egypt, Greece, Turkey, up the Danube and down the Rhine, Tom 1Saunders & Otley, 1839 |
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Acropolis Alexandria ancient appears Arab arrived Assouan Athens bank beautiful boat breakfast breeze buckshish cabin Cairo captain cataract certainly chambers cholera cold columns Consul crew descended desert donkey Doric order Egypt Egyptian eight England English entered Europe feel feet Findhorn five forenoon four France French Greece Greek half hand hence hill honour hope Hymettus India island Karnak Khamsin land look Luxor Mahmoud Marseilles Mehemet Ali ment miles months morning never night Nile Nilometer Nubia o'clock Pacha passed passengers Philæ piastres pillars present propylon Pyramid rain Raïs reached river rock round ruins sail sand scene second cataract seen shore side standing stone stream summit table d'hôte temple Thebes thing tion to-day tombs town traveller trees Turks twenty vessel village voyage walls whole wind wonder yards yesterday
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Strona 323 - Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories filled ! Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Strona 183 - Even in its very motion there was rest ; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west. Emblem, methought, of the departed soul, To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given ; And by the breath of mercy made to roll Right onward to the golden gates of Heaven ; Where to the eye of Faith it peaceful lies, And tells to man his glorious destinies.
Strona 182 - A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun, A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow : Long had I watched the glory moving on O'er the still radiance of the Lake below. Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow .' Even in its very motion there was rest : While every breath of eve that chanced to blow, Wafted the traveller to the beauteous West.
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Strona 39 - Thus saith the LORD of Hosts, Consider ye, and call for the mourning women, that they may come...