The Beauties of the Bosphorus

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George Virtue, 1838 - Bosporus (Turkey) - 164 pages
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Page 36 - Tis a little thing To give a cup of water ; yet its draught Of cool refreshment, drained by fevered lips, May give a shock of pleasure to the frame More exquisite than when Nectarean juice Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
Page 94 - I am in the middle of a wood, consisting chiefly of fruit-trees, watered by a vast number of fountains, famous for the excellency of their water, and divided into many shady walks, upon short grass, that seems to me artificial, but, I am assured, is the pure work of nature — within view of the Black sea, from whence we perpetually enjoy the refreshment of cool breezes, that make us insensible of the heat of the summer.
Page 104 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round; The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath its...
Page 14 - ... of their mistresses murmuring along in an under-current of sound — the sight of nearly three hundred women only partially dressed, and that in fine linen so perfectly saturated with vapour, that it revealed the whole outline of the figure — the busy slaves, passing and repassing, naked from the waist upwards, and with their arms folded upon their bosoms, balancing on their heads piles of fringed or embroidered napkins — groups of lovely girls, laughing, chatting, and refreshing themselves...
Page 80 - Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found : Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
Page 14 - ... laughing, chatting, and refreshing themselves with sweetmeats, sherbet, and lemonade — parties of playful children, apparently quite indifferent to the dense atmosphere which made me struggle for breath — and, to crown all, the sudden bursting forth of a chorus of voices into one of the wildest and shrillest of Turkish melodies, that was caught up and flung back by the echoes of the vast hall, making a din worthy of a saturnalia of demons — all combined to form a picture, like the illusory...
Page 1 - the Giant's Grave," To watch the progress of those rolling seas, Between the Bosphorus, as they lash and lave Europe and Asia, you being quite at ease ; There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
Page 14 - For the first few moments, I was bewildered ; the heavy, dense, sulphureous vapour that filled the place, and almost suffocated me — the wild, shrill cries of the slaves pealing through the reverberating domes of the bathing-halls, enough to awaken the very marble with which they were lined — the subdued laughter, and whispered...
Page 127 - From the madhouse we proceeded to the slavemarket ; a square court, three of whose sides are built round with low stone rooms, or cells, beyond which projects a wooden peristyle. There is always a painful association connected with the idea of slavery, and an insurmountable disgust excited by the spectacle of money given in exchange for human beings ; but, beyond this, (and assuredly this is enough !) there is nothing either to distress or to disgust in the slavemarket of Constantinople. No wanton...
Page 138 - ... saw this, and poured me out a glass of brandy ; but ere I could receive it from her hand, a film came over my eyes, the room appeared to swim round me, and I thought myself dying. I had only time to take off my cap and point to my wounded head, which she had not before perceived, when I fainted away. I know not how long I remained in this state, but when I came to myself, my head was reclining on a pillow placed by her on the table for me, and she was bathing the contusion in the tenderest manner...

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