The Cities and Cemeteries of Etruria, Volumen1

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J. Murray, 1883 - 579 páginas
 

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Página 299 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth ? What mad pursuit ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy...
Página xlvii - Lo, I will bring a nation upon you from far, O house of Israel, saith the Lord: it is a mighty nation, it is an ancient nation, a nation whose language thou knowest not, neither understandest what they say.
Página 35 - Then, like a wild cat mad with wounds, Sprang right at Astur's face: Through teeth, and skull, and helmet So fierce a thrust he sped, The good sword stood a hand-breadth out Behind the Tuscan's head.
Página 134 - By the rushy-fringed bank, Where grows the willow and the osier dank, My sliding chariot stays, Thick set with agate, and the azurn sheen Of turkis blue, and emerald green, That in the channel strays...
Página 115 - It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground ; And there a season atween June and May, Half...
Página 49 - Its walls have utterly disappeared ; not one stone remains on another, and the broken pottery and the tombs around are the sole evidences of its existence. Yet, as Nibby observes, " few ancient cities, of which few or no vestiges remain, have had the good fortune to have their sites so well determined as Fidenae...
Página 52 - On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear, cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days, In the wave beneath him shining! Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime, Catch a glimpse of the days that are over, Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time For the long-faded glories they cover!
Página xxvii - Etruria is written on the mighty walls of her cities, and on other architectural monuments, on her roads, her sewers, her tunnels, but above all in her sepulchres ; it is to be read on graven rocks, and on the painted walls of tombs ; but its chief chronicles are inscribed on sarcophagi and cinerary urns, on vases and goblets, on mirrors and other articles in bronze, and a thousand et cetera of personal adornment, and of domestic and warlike furniture — all found within the tombs of a people long...
Página 235 - Lotos and lilies : and a wind arose, And overhead the wandering ivy and vine, This way and that, in many a wild festoon Ran riot, garlanding the gnarled boughs With bunch and berry and flower thro
Página 471 - KING Death was a rare old fellow ! He sat where no sun could shine ; And he lifted his hand so yellow, And poured out his coal-black wine. Hurrah ! for the coal-black wine...

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