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Página 183 - Rear'd up from out the waters, scarce less strangely Than those more massy and mysterious giants Of architecture, those Titanian fabrics, Which point in Egypt's plains to times that have No other record. All is gentle : nought Stirs rudely; but, congenial with the night, Whatever walks is gliding like a spirit.
Página 411 - Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart ; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way, As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay. Is this a fancy which our reason scorns ? Ah ! surely nothing dies but something mourns.
Página 150 - KNOWS he that never took a pinch, Nosey, the pleasure thence which flows, Knows he the titillating joys Which my nose knows? 0 Nose, I am as proud of thee As any mountain of its snows, 1 gaze on thee, and feel that pride A Roman knows ! Albert A.
Página 211 - They beheld several of the natives going about with firebrands in their hands, and certain dried herbs which they rolled up in a leaf, and lighting one end, put the other in their mouths, and continued exhaling aud puffing out the smoke. A roll of this kind they called a tobacco, a name since transferred to the plant of which the rolls were made.
Página 536 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Página 401 - Boca," to the south-west, where empties the river Tayabo, and that of the river Muse, to the southeast. The anchorage in the bay is not a very good one, as the water is so shallow that it necessitates the loading of vessels by lighters, unless they happen to be quite small. The town has quite an extensive series of wharves and warehouses, the principal portion of the shipping business being done down here, though the town itself is a straggling village, with a few large warehouses and the depot of...
Página 356 - The stems vary in height from eight feet up even to twenty feet, and are divided by prominent annular joints into short lengths. Long narrow leaves sprout from each joint ; but as the canes approach maturity, all those from the lower joints fall off. The outer part of the cane is hard and brittle, but the inner consists of a soft pith...
Página 121 - Oh, rest thou, image of the great Colon, Thousand centuries remain, guarded in the urn, And in the remembrance of our nation.
Página 322 - ... events, it is only from that section that the true " Vuelta Abajo " tobacco comes, and it is also there that one finds not only sugar but coffee-growing estates. Beautiful Section of Country. Guanajay is a small and prettily-situated village on the grand mail route, that runs through the "Vuelta Abajo." The town lies in the heart of a beautiful section of country, some twelve miles from the sea. To the north of it, between it and the sea, are any number of fine, large sugar estates, beautifully...
Página 399 - Oh, hundred shores of happy climes. How swiftly streamed ye by the bark ! At times the whole sea burned ; at times. With wakes of fire we tore the dark; At times a craven craft would shoot From heavens hid in fairy bowers, With naked limbs and flowers and fruit. But we nor paused for fruits nor flowers.