Author: Eliot Warburton
Cites
- Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: And, oh! when the glad waves foam around,
And the wind blows fair and free,
The health that we drank to the Outward-bound
Will come back to their memory.
Old friends will still seem near them,
In their ocean-cradled sleep;
And that dreaming thought will cheer them,
Far away on the lonely deep.
Then fill, while the mid-watch passes,
Fill, the toast let it circle round,
From full hearts and brimming glasses,
And, hurrah! for the Outward-bound!
FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
- Barry Cornwall (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Come! Let's on, where waters soothe us;
Where all winds can whistle free;
Come! once more we'll mate our spirit
With the spirit of the sea.
FROM: The Sailor's Lament for the Sea, (None), Poem, UK
- Madame de Staël, Anne Louise Germaine Necker (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Et, n'est-ce pas, en effet, une seconde patrie pour un Anglais, que les vaisseaux et la mer!
FROM: Corinne ou l'Italie, (1807), Novel, France
- Richard Chenevix Trench (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: England, we love thee better than we know-
And this I learnt when, after wanderings long
'Mid people of another stock and tongue,
I heard, at length, thy martial music blow,
And saw thy warrior children to and fro
Pace, keeping ward at one of those huge gates
Which, like twin giants, guard th' Herculanean Straits.
FROM: Gibraltar, (1879), Poem, NULL
- Lord Byron, George Gordon (4)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: As o'er the sands, in evening's glow,
That temple threw its lengthening shade,
Upon the marble steps below
There sate a fair Egyptian maid.
FROM: Epicurean, (None), NULL, NULL
- James Macpherson (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day: yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes, it howls in thy empty courts.
FROM: Fragments of ancient poetry, collected in the Highlands of Scotland, and translated from the Gaelic or Erse language
(Ossian), (1760), Poem, UK
- Lord Lindsay (2)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Syrene's rocks are far behind,
And thy green banks, sweet Isle of Flowers;
And thine, Shehayl! whose children's laugh
Rings merrily through the date-tree bowers,
That erst, mysterious rites concealing,
O'ershadowed silent Pharaoh's kneeling,
FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
- Campbell (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: The spirit of our fathers
Shall start from every wave;
For the deck it was their field of fame,
And ocean was their grave.
FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
- Anonymous (2)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Instead of useful works, like Nature great,
Enormous, cruel wonders crushed the land.
FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
- NULL (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: The blue steel bit, through helmet split,
And red the harness painted;
The virgins long lamented it,
But the dogs were well contented
With the slaughter of that day.
FROM: Scandinavian Rune, (None), Inscription, NULL
- Moore (2)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Fierce are Albania's children ***
For never yet hath daybeam burned
Upon a brow more fierce than that, -
In which the stranger's eye could read
Dark tales of many a ruthless deed; -
The ruined maid, the shrine profaned,
Oaths broken, and the threshold stained
With blood of guests-there written all. **
FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
- James Montgomery (2)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Here Desolation keeps unbroken sabbath,
'Mid caves, and temples, palaces and sepulchres;
Ideal images in sculptured forms,
Thoughts hewn in columns, or in caverned hill,
In honour of their deities and of their dead.
FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
- Alfred Tennyson (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Thence through a garden I was drawn,
A realm of pleasure-many a mound,
And many a shadow-chequered lawn
Full of the city's stilly sound;
And deep myrrh thickets blowing round
The stately cedars, tamarisks,
Tall orient shrubs, and obelisks
Graven with emblems of the time.
FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
- Lord Houghton, Richard Monckton Milnes (4)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Upon the desert's edge, as last I lay,
Before me rose, in wonderful array,
Those works where man has rivalled Nature most-
Those pyramids, that fear no more decay
Than waves inflict upon the rockiest coast,
Or winds on mountain-steeps; and like endurance boast.
FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
- W. Harness (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: What! thou, man! love!
It never touched thee-love! why it exists
In self-devotion: sacrifice and toil
Are the pure air it breathes in.
* * For shame! presume not
To call thy selfish, woe-creating lust
By the proud title of that godlike virtue.
FROM: Welcome and Farewell, (1837), Poem, UK
- de Vere, Aubrey (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Where'er the sun before them shone,
And paved the world with gold,
They passed. Round Earth's most favoured zone
Their chief his turban rolled.
From Hagar's desert, Ishmael's plains,
To Ocean's western fold.
They reared their crescent-crowned fanes,
And cloistered fountains cold.
FROM: Ode on Islam, (1843), Poem, UK
- Voltaire (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Imposteur à la Mecque, mais Prophète à Médine
FROM: Mahomet, (1736), Play, France
- Bishop Heber, Reginald (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to man, benighted,
The Lamp of Life deny?
FROM: The Missionary Hymn, (1820), Song, NULL
- Friedrich Schiller (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Oh, never rudely will I blame his faith
In the might of stars and angels: 'tis not merely
The human being's pride that peoples space
With life and mystical predominance.
FROM: The Wallenstein Trilogy, (1799), Play, Germany
- Percy Bysshe Shelley (4)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: To glide adown old Nilus, where he threads
Egypt and Æthiopia, from the steep
Of utmost Axumé, until he spreads,
Like a calm flock of silver-fleecéd sheep,
His waters on the plain; and crested heads
Of cities and proud temples gleam amid,
And many a vapour-belted pyramid.
FROM: The Witch of Atlas, (1820), Poem, UK
- William Lisle Bowles (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Smooth went our boat along the summer seas,
Leaving-for so it seemed-a world behind,
Its cares, its sounds, its shadows; we reclined
Upon the sunny deck, heard but the breeze
That whispered through the palms, or idly played
With the lithe flag aloft-a forest scene
On either side drew its slope line of green,
And hung the water's edge with shade.
Above thy woods, Memphis, pyramids pale
Peered as we passed; and Nile's soft azure hue,
Gleaming 'mid the gray desert, met the view;
Where hung at intervals the scarce seen sail.
Oh! were this little boat to us the world,
As thus we wandered far from sounds of care,
Circled with friends, and gentle maidens fair,
While southern airs the waving pennant curled,
How sweet were life's long voyage, till in peace
We gained that haven still, where all things cease!
FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
- Henry Kirke White (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: O surely melody from heaven was sent
To cheer the soul, when tired of human strife;
To soothe the wayward heart by sorrow bent,
And soften down the rugged path of life.
FROM: miscellaneous poems, (None), Poem, UK
- James Henry Leigh Hunt (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands,
Like some grave, mighty thought, threading a dream;
And times, and things, as in that vision seem,
Keeping, along it, their eternal stands,
Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shepherd bands,
That roamned through the young earth;- the flag extreme
Of high Sesostris, and that southern beam,
The laughing Queen that caught the world's great hands.
Then comes a mightier silence, stern and strong,
As of a world left empty of its throng;
And the void weighs on us: and then to wake,
And hear the fruitful stream lapsing along,
'Twixt villages, and think how we shall take
Our own calm journey on, for human sake.
FROM: A Thought of the Nile, (None), Poem, UK
- Sir John Hanmer (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Emblem art thou of Time, memorial Stream!
Which in ten thousand fancies, being here,
We waste, or use, or fashion, as we deem;
But, if its backward voice comes ever near,
As thine beside the ruins, how doth it seem
Solemn and stern, sepulchral and severe!
FROM: To The Fountain At Frascati, (1840), Poem, UK
- Felicia Dorothea Hemans (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: We have passed over cities in song renowned;
Silent they lie with the desert around;
We have passed o'er the river whose tide hath rolled
All dark with the warrior-blood of old.
FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
- Bible (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Woe to the land shadowing with wings; which is beyond the rivers of Æthiopia: that sendeth ambassadors by the sea, even in vessels of bulrushes upon the waters, saying, 'Go, ye swift messengers, to a nation scattered and peeled, to a people terrible from their beginning hitherto; a nation meted out and trodden down, whose land the rivers have spoiled.
FROM: Isaiah 18:1-2, (-165), Bible, NULL
- John Keble (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Where rippling wave, and dashing oar,
That midnight chant attend;
Or whispering palm-leaves, from the shore
With midnight silence blend.
FROM: The Fishermen Of Bethsaida, (1842), Poem, NULL
- Napoleon Bonaparte (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Cette ville devait être la capitale du monde. Elle est située entre l'Asie et l'Europe, à portée des Indes et de l'Europe.
FROM: Napoléon, Ses Opinions Et Jugemens Sur Les Hommes Et Sur Les Choses Tome Premier, (1838), Book, France
- Ben Jonson (1)
- IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
EPIGRAPH: Ambition, like a torrent, ne'er looks back;
It is a swelling and the last affection
A great mind can put off. It is a rebel
Both to the soul and reason, and enforces
All laws, all conscience; tramples on Religion,
And offers violence to Loyalty.
FROM: Catiline (His Conspiracy), (1611), Play, UK