Outre-mer: A Pilgrimage Beyond the Sea, Volume 1

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Harper, 1835 - Europe - 36 pages
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Page 93 - There is no antidote against the opium of time, which temporally considereth all things : our fathers find their graves in our short memories, and sadly tell us how we may be buried in our survivors.
Page 61 - Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
Page 113 - I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding...
Page 109 - Je ne conçois qu'une manière de voyager plus agréable que d'aller à cheval; c'est d'aller à pied. On part à son moment, on s'arrête à sa volonté, on fait tant et si peu d'exercice qu'on veut. On observe tout le pays; on se détourne à droite, à gauche; on examine tout ce qui nous flatte; on s'arrête à tous les points de vue.
Page 209 - Now stops the drum — close, close they come — thrice meet, and thrice give back ; The white foam of Harpado lies on the charger's breast of black— The white foam of the charger on Harpado's front of dun — Once more advance upon his lance — once more, thou fearless one! Once more, once more; — in...
Page 203 - I can almost fancy myself in Spain, the morning is so soft and beautiful. The tessellated shadow of the honeysuckle lies motionless upon my study floor, as if it were a figure in the carpet; and through the open window comes the fragrance of the wild brier and the mock orange.
Page 9 - I, too, in a certain sense, have been a pilgrim of Outre-Mer ; for to my youthful imagination the old world was a kind of Holy Land, lying afar off beyond the blue horizon of the ocean ; and when its shores first rose upon my sight, looming through the hazy atmosphere of the sea, my heart swelled with the deep emotions of the pilgrim, when he sees afar the spire which rises above the shrine of his devotion. In this my pilgrimage, " I have passed many lands and countries, and searched many full strange...
Page 66 - A few of the villagers came behind, clad in mourning robes, and bearing lighted tapers. The procession passed slowly along the same street that in the morning had been thronged by the gay bridal company. A melancholy train of thought forced itself home upon my mind. The joys and sorrows of this world are so strikingly mingled ! Our mirth and grief are brought so mournfully in contact ! We laugh while others weep, — and others rejoice when we are sad ! The light heart and the heavy walk side by...
Page 208 - Dark is his hide on either side, but the blood within doth boil ; And the dun hide glows, as if on fire, as he paws to the turmoil. His eyes are jet, and they are set in crystal rings of snow; But now they stare with one red glare of brass upon the foe.
Page 220 - He is a great amateur, and patron of the Italian Opera, — beats time with his cane, — nods his head, and cries Bravo ! — and fancies himself in love with the Prima Donna. The height of his ambition is to be thought the gay Lothario, — the gallant Don Cortejo of his little sphere. He is a poet withal, and daily besieges the heart of the cruel Dona Inez with sonnets and madrigals. She turns a deaf ear to his song, and is inexorable : — " Mas que no sea mas piadosa A dos escudos en prosa,...

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