Running Sketches of Men and Places: In England, France, Germany, Belgium, and Scotland

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J. C. Riker, 1851 - 346 pages


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Page 205 - Adieu to thee, fair Rhine ! How long delighted The stranger fain would linger on his way ! Thine is a scene alike where souls united Or lonely Contemplation thus might stray; And could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey On self-condemning bosoms, it were here, Where Nature, nor too sombre nor too gay, Wild but not rude, awful yet not austere, Is to the mellow Earth as Autumn to the year.
Page 205 - With the sharp scythe of conflict, — then to see Thy valley of sweet waters, were to know Earth paved like Heaven; and to seem such to me Even now what wants thy stream? — that it should Lethe be.
Page 260 - Let me rather eat dry bread at a king's table than feast at the board of an elector ;" and it seemed as if some avenging demon hovered in the air, to take her literally at her word, for she and her family lived to eat dry bread — ay, and, to beg it before they ate it ; but she would be a queen.
Page 340 - IN some wild forest shade, Under some spreading oak, or waving pine, Or old elm, festooned with the gadding vine, Let me be laid.
Page 191 - Batthazcr — written in rubies, are exhibited to view through an opening in the shrine, crowned •with diadems (a ghastly contrast), which were of gold, and studded with real jewels, but are now only silver gilt. Among the antiques still remaining are two, of Leda, and Cupid and Psyche, highly beautiful, but singularly inappropriate to their present position.
Page 64 - I will go to my tent, and lie down in despair ; I will paint me with black, and will sever my hair ; I will sit on the shore where the hurricane blows, And reveal to the god of the tempest my woes ; I will weep for a season, on bitterness fed, For my kindred are gone to the hills of the dead ; But they died not by hunger, or lingering decay — The steel of the white man hath swept them away.
Page 341 - But o'er me songs of the wild birds shall burst, Cheering the spot. Not amid charnel stones, Or coffins dark, and thick with ancient mould, With tattered pall, and fringe of cankered gold, May rest my bones ; But let the dewy rose, The snow-drop and the violet, lend perfume Above the spot where, in my grassy tomb, I take repose.
Page 183 - The position of the Tomb, in which once reposed the mortal remains of Charlemagne, is marked by a large slab of marble under the centre of the dome, inscribed with the words
Page 134 - Tis a history Handed from ages down ; a nurse's tale . . Which children, open-ey'd and mouth'd devour ; And thus as garrulous ignorance relates, We learn it and believe.
Page 180 - ... distance of 20 fathoms, and fill up the ditch. He then entered by the breach, with his visor down, his lance in rest, at the head of his armed bands, as a conqueror ; and further, to disable the bold burghers from mutiny, ordered all their fortifications to be demolished. This punishment was inflicted in 1467, but it was so little regarded, that the very next year they again broke out into open revolt, at the instigation of secret emissaries of Louis XL, seized upon the person of their bishop...

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