Glimpses of the Old World: Or, Excursions on the Continent, and in Great Britain, Volume 2S. Bagster, 1840 |
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Abbey aisles amid ancient appeared arches attended Bangor banks Beaumaris beautiful beneath Bishop Bristol Caernarvon castle cathedral chapel character Christ Christian church Church of England clergy cliff cottage dark deep delightful divine edifice England English excursion Exeter Hall feet Garth family Gelert give GLIMPSES heard heart hills honour hour hundred interesting Isle of Wight labours land Llanberis Loch Lomond lofty London Lord Lord John Russell magnificent meeting ment metropolis miles minister morning mountains never Newington Green noble North Wales object occasion parish park passed picturesque Port Penrhyn prayer present pulpit reached remarks residence river rocks ruins Sabbath scene scenery Scotland seat seemed seen sermon shade side society solemn spirit spot stands stone stood street summit thing thought thousand tion towers town trees valley vast Wales walk walls whole
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Página 464 - Go to now, ye that say, To-day or to-morrow we will go into such a city and continue there a year, and buy and sell, and get gain : Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life ? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
Página 45 - How amiable are thy tabernacles,- O Lord of hosts ! " My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth, for the courts of the Lord ; my heart and, my flesh crieth out for the living God.
Página 121 - Whether it be right in the sight of God to hearken unto you more than unto God, judge ye. For we cannot but speak the things which we have seen and heard.
Página 228 - Marvel not at this : for the hour is coming, in the which all that are in their graves shall hear his voice, and shall come forth ; they that have done good, unto the resurrection of life ; and they that have done evil, unto the resurrection of damnation.
Página 344 - Have then thy wish!' — He whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill ; Wild as the scream of the curlew, From crag to crag the signal flew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets and spears and bended bows : On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe...
Página 347 - The western waves of ebbing day Roll'd o'er the glen their level way ; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire, But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path in shadow hid, Round many a rocky pyramid, Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder-splinter'd pinnacle ; Round many an insulated mass-, The native bulwarks of the pass, Huge as the tower which builders vain Presumptuous piled on Shinar's plain.
Página 320 - He sprang in glee, — for what cared he That the river was strong, and the rocks were steep ? — • But the greyhound in the leash hung back, And checked him in his leap. The Boy is in the arms of Wharf, And strangled by a merciless force; For never more was young Romilly seen Till he rose a lifeless corse.
Página 446 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find ! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind...
Página 316 - The time must come when its gilded vaults, which now spring so loftily, shall lie in rubbish beneath the feet; when, instead of the sound of melody and praise, the wind shall whistle through the broken arches, and the owl hoot from the shattered tower — when the garish sunbeam shall break into these gloomy mansions of death; and the ivy twine round the fallen column; and the fox-glove hang its blossoms about the nameless urn, as if in mockery of the dead. Thus man passes away; his name perishes...
Página 229 - Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear, That mourns thy exit from a world like this; Forgive the wish that would have kept thee here, And stayed thy progress to the seats of bliss. No more confined to groveling scenes of night, No more a tenant pent in mortal clay. Now should we rather hail thy glorious flight, And trace thy journey to the realms of day.