Adventures of Rudolph Bardy de Kovatsi: A Hungarian Exile in Italy, Hungary and Turkey |
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Page 176 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps...
Page 22 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Page 44 - Rebellion ! foul, dishonouring word, Whose wrongful blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gain'd. How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's — an hour's success Had wafted to eternal fame...
Page 65 - Freedom! thou art not, as poets dream, A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs, And wavy tresses gushing from the cap With which the Roman master crowned his slave When he took off the gyves. A bearded man, Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailed hand Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword; thy brow. Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred With tokens of old wars...
Page 93 - Still, still, for ever Better, though each man's life-blood were a river, That it should flow, and overflow, than creep Through thousand lazy channels in our veins, Damm'd like the dull canal with locks and chains...
Page 178 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest I will go; thy people shall be my people and thy God my God.
Page 65 - When he took off the gyves. A bearded man, Armed to the teeth, art thou: one mailed hand Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword ; thy brow, Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred With tokens of old wars; thy massive limbs Are strong with struggling.
Page 173 - This was the first time in my life that I had seen a seastorm in all its terrific fury.
Page 51 - I can't wear my uniform with honor any longer . . . here," and with that the old man bent his sword, broke it in two and threw it at the feet of the representative of the Soldiers
Page 17 - I do not, it is not for your sake, but for the sake of your family — I do not wish to embitter the few remaining days of your aged parents.