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Architecture - Persian Saracenic
Saracenic architecture in Persia was largely founded on that of the Sassanian dynasty (A.D. 226-642), whose buildings were chiefly palaces which, in their turn, indicate the influence of the older Assyrian and Persian architecture.
Architecture - Turkish Saracenic
When the Seljuk Turks captured Constantinople from the Christians in A.D. 1453, they forthwith based their architecture on the local Byzantine churches, with spherical domes on pendentives and apses crowned with semi-domes, such as those in S. Sophia.
Architecture - Indian Saracenic
Saracenic architecture passed into India from Persia, where it had been influenced by the architecture of the old Sassanian Empire (A.D. 226—642).
Saracenic - Comparative Analysis
The Saracenic galleries at the Indian Museum, South Kensington, give an excellent idea of the ornamental features and colour schemes of the style, which is distracting in complexity of decoration rather than reposeful in simplicity of construction.
When the lake steamer calls at Tinoset pier
The sources of this lake are in one of the most beautiful parts of southern Norway; our next movement will be to explore a valley through which its most celebrated tributary descends.
Snowy, rock-ribbed heights of Mount Gausta
Distinct peaks like this broken cone of Gausta are the exception in Norway. Most of the so-called mountains which we shall see later are just broken parts of big, elevated table-lands.
Imposing beauty of spray-enshrouded Rjukan Fos
Would you like to watch those turbulent, tumbling, roaring waters from a point nearer still? Our next outlook is to be from that cliff which now shows so dark just at the right of the descending waters.
Terrific splendor of the mighty Rjukan Fos
I do not think I am extravagant when I say that the Riukan Fos is the most beautiful cataract in the world...
Rainbow in the spray of Rjukan Fos
After making this excursion to the falls, we may return to position 18—the boat landing at Tinoset, where we saw the little steamer and the country neighbors.
Now let us look again at our map of southern Norway. About twenty miles south from Hitterdal Church we see the upper end of a long, crooked lake, the Nordsjo.
Vrang waterfall
After one reaches the end of this water journey near Dalen, seventy miles up in the interior of the country, horses and post-boys once more become the indispensable means of getting across to the western fjords.
On the picturesque Telemarken road
Direction—We are facing north. Surroundings—Other wooded, rocky hills of the same character as the one which looms up ahead cutting off our view. Kongsberg and Christiania are away off at our right. Hardanger Fjord is still a long way off at the left.
Halt of a stolkjaetrre beside the foaming Little Rjukan Falls
We are facing about northwest, i. e., in the direction of the sea, but the dividing height of land has still to be climbed, for, as a rule, the greatest elevations in Norway are along the ragged Atlantic shore.
View towards the Haukeli Mountains
We face now about west-southwest. Surroundings—Barren heights rise behind us, their summits streaked with snow. There is no village here--only one or two farms are within several miles.
Dyreskard Pass
A part of the way through this gigantic snowdrift the men did not cut out the whole depth of snow, but merely cut through it. Let us go down inside the hollow through which that stolkjaerre has to pass.
midsummer journey over Dyreskard Pass
There we are to have our first sight of an establishment such as figures in almost every tale of Norwegian country life—a summer dairy up on the mountain.
Pretty Norwegian girls tending cows and goats
Leaving the saeter girls at their work you go on now down the road which they too will travel at the end of the summer, with the cows and goats and the accumulated stock of dairy stuff.
west to mountain-walled Lake Roldal
The general formation of the Scandinavian peninsula has been described by geographers as resembling that of a long wave.
All through Norway it is customary to cure the hay in this way on tall racks instead of on the ground. The sun and the breeze certainly do have a better chance at it, so there is less danger of losing a crop through dampness after the mowing.
walled village and lake of Roldal
It would be interesting if we could know whether the girls whom we saw at the saeter away up on the Haukeli mountains came from one of these very houses now in sight ; at all events they belong in this parish—they said so.
Old log houses down in the Bratlandsdal
We can hardly find to-day in Norway anything more primitive than these old structures, rudely fastened together by hewing out matched notches near the timber ends, fitting the logs together at right angles, and pounding them into place with heavy mallets.
The wonderful Bratlandsdal road
The spot where we are to stand beside the highway is marked 36. See how the red lines reach off down the valley, ending against a huge, snow-covered plateau called the Folgefond.
the wild ravine of Seljestad
These tourists have come up from Odde to which we are bound. (By the way, now that we see one of those stolkjaerres from the rear we have a better chance to see how the post-boy rides. Sometimes he merely stands on the part of the floor which projects behind.)
the wild ravine of Seljestad
These tourists have come up from Odde to which we are bound. (By the way, now that we see one of those stolkjaerres from the rear we have a better chance to see how the post-boy rides. Sometimes he merely stands on the part of the floor which projects behind.)
Espelandsfos, one of the loveliest waterfalls in all Scandinavia
We are facing somewhat south of west. The Folgefond is towering into the sky away up beyond that hilltop, but, of course, we are too far down under the lee of the hill to see it. Surroundings—Behind us is another hill corresponding to the one we see.
The Review Of Life
The gradual decline of health and strength is a kind and merciful preparative for the solemn change which awaits us. It seems to lessen the reluctance which our nature feels to give up life, to wean us from the varied attractions of earth, to soften the abrupt transition from the present to a future state of being.
The Old Folks
AH ! don't be sorrowful, darling, And don't be sorrowful, pray Taking the year together, my dear, There isn't more night than day.
The calm, full day, so flushed with light, So draped in placid majesty, Has sunk beneath the mystic sea That shrouds the immortal from our sight.
Father, I Know
FATHER, I know that all my life Is portioned out by thee, And the changes that will surely come I do not fear to see ; But I ask thee for a quiet mind, Intent on pleasing thee.
Our One Life
'Tis not for man to trifle ! life is brief And sin is here. Our age is but the falling of a leaf A dropping tear. We have no time to sport away the hours. All must be earnest in a world like ours.
How many years are fled ! How many friends are dead ! Alas ! how fast The past bath passed ! How speedily life hath sped .
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