The Works of Donald G. Mitchell ...: Fresh gleanings; or, A new sheaf from the old fields of continental Europe, by Ik Marvel [pseudC. Scribner's sons, 1907 |
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Abbé Leseur Adolphe Baron beautiful Boldo Bremen Café Cameron castle cavern church coach Conciergerie Copita corner cottage court crowded d'Estral dark daughter dinner dirty door dreams dress Dutch Elbe English face fancy floor Fort Regent France French garden girl gray green half hand head hills Hinzelmann horses Hôtel hour houses Illyrian Island lady Laibach light lodgers look Louis XIV Lyons Madame Mary of Burgundy Monsieur morning mountain never night Otho palace Palais Palais Royal Paris Parisian passed Place Vendôme pleasant Pont Neuf poor postilion Prince Quay quiet rich river Rouen round Rue St seemed seen Sergent-de-ville shadows shore side stalactites Stavoren stone story stout strange stranger streets stretches tall thing thought torch towers town trees trembled valley Vatel walked wander waves wife wild window woman
Popular passages
Page 223 - Queen of the western waves, Where ride Massilia's triremes Heavy with fair-haired slaves; From where sweet Clanis wanders Through corn and vines and flowers; From where Cortona lifts to heaven Her diadem of towers.
Page 170 - We know, and it is our pride to know, that man is by his constitution a religious animal ; that atheism is against, not only our reason, but our instincts ; and that it cannot prevail long. But if, in the moment of riot, and in a drunken delirium from the hot spirit drawn out of the alembic of hell...
Page 246 - ... handful of kreitzers. Now before I could put my money fairly back, there came running up one of the wildest-looking, happiesthearted little nymphs that ever wore long, floating ringlets, or so bright a blue eye ; and she snatched my hand, and pressed her little rosy lips to it again and again — so fast that I had not time to take courage between, and felt my heart fluttering, and growing, in spite of myself, more and more yielding, at each one of the beautiful creature's caresses ; and then...
Page 217 - Chiare, fresche e dolci acque, ove le belle membra pose colei che sola a me par donna; gentil ramo ove piacque (con sospir mi rimembra) a lei di fare al bel fianco colonna; erba e fior che la gonna leggiadra ricoverse co l'angelico seno; aere sacro sereno ove Amor co' begli occhi il cor m'aperse: date udìenzia insieme a le dolenti mie parole estreme.
Page 358 - Collecting anxiously small loads of clay, Less than what building swallows bear away, Or than those pills which sordid beetles roll, Transfusing into them their dunghill soul. How did they rivet, with gigantic piles, Thorough the centre their new-catched miles, And to the stake a struggling country bound, Where barking waves still bait the forced ground, Building their watery Babel far more high To reach the sea, than those to scale the sky.
Page 254 - ... cloaks appeared in a pulpit above us, gesticulating as earnestly as the Carmelite friar who lifts up his voice in the Coliseum on a Friday. Presently, he appeared again, — this time behind the transparent bars of a prison-house, with his tattered hat thrust through the crevices, imploring carita; and I will do him the justice to say, that he played the beggar in the prison, with as much naivete as he had played the friar in the pulpit. We had not gone ten steps farther, when Boldo turned about...
Page 253 - Scotchman — now over the black bridge below, mouldering with moisture, on which the tapers glistened, throwing the shadows of the framework darkly down upon the waters. The two old men were moving about like shadows ; their tapers shed gleams of light upon the opposite side of the cavern : Boldo's torch glared redly on the side that was nearest us ; the lamps upon the bridge sent up a reflected ray, that wavered dazzlingly on the fretting of the roof: but to the right and to the left, dark, subterranean...
Page 253 - ... and to the left, dark subterranean night shut up the view ; and to the right and to the left, the waters roared — so loudly, that twice Boldo had spoken to us before we heard him, and followed him down the shelving side of the cliff, and over the tottering bridge we had seen from above. The old men gathered up the lights, and we entered the other side a little corridor, and walked a mile or more under the mountain ; — the sides and the roof all the way brilliant as sculptured marble. Here...
Page 256 - Danube — wander; and from the East, where they wear the turban, and talk the language of the Turk ; and from the South, as far as the hills, on which you may hear the murmur of the waters, as they kiss the Dalmatian shore — from each quarter they come — vine-dressers and shepherds...
Page 320 - ... himself in the idioms of speech, he is the most thorough Worlds-man of any. It has occurred to me, while setting down these observations, that their faithfulness would be sustained by an attentive examination of the literary habit of the several nations, of which I have spoken. Thus, Russia — careless of her own literature, accepts that of the world ; England, tenacious of British topic, is cautious in alliance with whatever is foreign. But I have no space to pursue the parallel further. The...