The American Fugitive in Europe: Sketches of Places and People AbroadSheldon, Lamport & Blakeman, 1855 - 315 Seiten |
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... LONDON . NOTE TO THE AMERICAN EDITION . DURING my sojourn abroad I found it advantageous to my purse to publish a book of travels , which I did under the title of “ Three Years in Europe , or Places I have seen and People I have met ...
... LONDON . NOTE TO THE AMERICAN EDITION . DURING my sojourn abroad I found it advantageous to my purse to publish a book of travels , which I did under the title of “ Three Years in Europe , or Places I have seen and People I have met ...
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... London - Trip to Paris - Paris - The Peace Congress : First Day - Church of the Madeleine - Column Vendome - The French , . . 51 CHAPTER IV . Versailles - The Palace - Second Session of the Congress - Mr. Cobden- - Henry Vincent M ...
... London - Trip to Paris - Paris - The Peace Congress : First Day - Church of the Madeleine - Column Vendome - The French , . . 51 CHAPTER IV . Versailles - The Palace - Second Session of the Congress - Mr. Cobden- - Henry Vincent M ...
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... London- A Friend in the Time of Need , CHAPTER X. • 113 The Whittington Club - Louis Blanc - Street Amusements - Tower of London- Westminster Abbey - National Gallery - Dante- Sir Joshua Reynolds 123 - CHAPTER XI . York Minster The ...
... London- A Friend in the Time of Need , CHAPTER X. • 113 The Whittington Club - Louis Blanc - Street Amusements - Tower of London- Westminster Abbey - National Gallery - Dante- Sir Joshua Reynolds 123 - CHAPTER XI . York Minster The ...
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... London Peace Congress - Meeting of Fugitive Slaves - Temperance Demonstra- tion - The Great Exhibition : Last Visit , . 202 CHAPTER XIX . - Oxford Martyrs ' Monument - Cost of the Burning of the Martyrs - The Colleges -Dr . Pusey ...
... London Peace Congress - Meeting of Fugitive Slaves - Temperance Demonstra- tion - The Great Exhibition : Last Visit , . 202 CHAPTER XIX . - Oxford Martyrs ' Monument - Cost of the Burning of the Martyrs - The Colleges -Dr . Pusey ...
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... London . In this they were not far out of the way ; for all who witnessed the scene admitted that it could scarcely have been surpassed . My own idea of an illumination , as I had seen it in the back - woods of my native land , dwindled ...
... London . In this they were not far out of the way ; for all who witnessed the scene admitted that it could scarcely have been surpassed . My own idea of an illumination , as I had seen it in the back - woods of my native land , dwindled ...
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Abbey American appearance arrived beautiful British Brown building Byron castle CHAPTER Cheapside church Cobden colored Crystal Palace door Elihu Burritt Eliza Cook Ellen Craft England English entered eyes feel feet French fugitive slave genius gentleman ground hall hand Hartley Coleridge Hartwell House heard heart hundred interest Joseph Hume labor lady land leaving London look Lord Lord Byron Louis Marie Antoinette meeting metropolis miles mind monument morning mother nation never night o'clock painted palace Paris party passed Peace Congress persons poet prince residence Richard Cobden ruins scarcely scene seat seemed seen Shakspeare side slavery soon speaker speech splendid stands steamer stone stood stranger streets stroll thee Thomas Hood thou thought tion took Tower town Victor Hugo walk walls William William Wells Brown young
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Seite 245 - For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right...
Seite 280 - Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. " For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Seite 12 - Th' insulting tyrant, prancing o'er the field Strow'd with Rome's citizens, and drench'd in slaughter, His horse's hoofs wet with Patrician blood ! Oh, Portius ! is there not some chosen curse, Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man, Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin...
Seite 150 - Near this spot are deposited the Remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity. Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man without his Vices.
Seite 129 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Seite 202 - The time shall come, when free as seas or wind Unbounded Thames ° shall flow for all mankind ; Whole nations enter with each swelling tide, And seas but join the regions they divide ; Earth's distant ends our glory shall behold, And the new world launch forth to seek the old.
Seite 251 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Seite 91 - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined; Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand In many a freakish knot had twined; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Seite 158 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Seite 270 - Where should Othello go? — Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity. — O cursed, cursed slave ! — Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight! Blow me about in winds ! roast me in sulphur ! Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire ! — O Desdemona!