Journal of a Few Months' Residence in Portugal, and Glimpses of the South of Spain, Volume 1E. Moxon, 1847 - Portugal |
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Page 115 - Give all thou canst ; high Heaven rejects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more ; So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose, where music dwells Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die; Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality.
Page 115 - But, from the arms of silence — list ! O list ! The music bursteth into second life ; The notes luxuriate, every stone is kissed By sound, or ghost of sound, in mazy strife...
Page 221 - Nay, such was the rage for copying the last new fashions, that at the next carnival, when all devout Roman Catholics dance and disguise themselves, an equestrian mask appeared, to the rapture of streets and balconies, representing
Page x - I resisted the temptation of getting up a few "moving accidents and hairbreadth 'scapes," and of so giving to my Journal the attraction of a Story-book. The truth is, as I believe, that unless you lay yourself out for danger by some bravado, or some indiscretion of temper, or by neglect of such ordinary precautions as are customary and reasonable, you may, when the country is not overrun with civil warriors, travel in Portugal as securely, if not so smoothly, as you can navigate the Thames from Vauxhall...
Page 241 - ... tolerant juxtaposition of the rival creeds: — ' One ceremony of the church of Rome, when it takes place at night, may impress even a true-hearted member of the Protestant church of England -with religious awe, and this is the procession which bears through the streets the last sacrament to the dying Christian : a little tinkling bell warns you of its approach ; voices are heard chanting a hymn ; you go to your window ; already the canopy, under which the priest walks, bearing the host, is passing...
Page 48 - Par bem, par bem ;" meaning that he had meant no harm, only taken an innocent liberty. The queen made no remark ; but her revenge showed that she was not implacably offended. On the king's return, after a few days, he found the roof of his dining-room painted all over with magpies, each bird holding a rosebranch in its claws, and a label in its beak, on which label were painted the words,
Page 51 - ... souffrir pour etre belle.' No sooner arrived at Barcellos than a Portuguese fidalgo ' came to pay his respects, and to invite us, on the part of his wife, and mother, and daughters, to a little ball, which they had suddenly determined on getting up for us in honour of our letter of recommendation. We declined it, because we felt that we had no spare strength to waste on dancing, but must husband what we had for the hard work before us. I have since thought that it was a stupid spiritless thing...
Page 18 - It was at night; the signal gun of our English steamer roused me from a deep sleep. I got up; opened the shutters. A full moon was shining brilliantly; the white breakers of the bar were as visible as they were audible; beyond the bar, southwards, the sea was...
Page 10 - ... women, clad to the throat in coarse full robes of blue frieze (their hair beautifully arranged, braided on the forehead, secured by bands of ribbon, and hanging down the back in long plaits, tied with ribbon, pink or blue, like the one which encircles the head) ; the men in jackets and trousers of the same material as the dresses of the women. Assistants, both male and female, who look like cousin-germans to the Tritons, conduct the bathers into the sea, and hold them while there, — ducking...
Page 141 - There, it was a pompous army of clouds marching and deploying under me; here, it was one vast stiff body of whitest fog imbedded on our left in the deep valley which it filled, and so motionless, so fast asleep, as if it would never wake or stir to the call of the winds, and as if it were impermeable to the sun, and lay there as a shroud to some great mystery. We proceeded over hills green with fern, rhododendron, laurustinus ; and gay with a thousand flowers, gumcistus, heaths white and red, yellow...