Memoirs of Mr. Matthias D'Amour
Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1836 - 215 頁
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第 96 頁 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
第 72 頁 - I'm in the world alone, Upon the wide, wide sea : But why should I for others groan, When none will sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain, Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again He'd tear me where he stands. " With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to, So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves ! And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves ! My native land— Good Night !
第 76 頁 - Let others better mould the running mass Of metals, and inform the breathing brass, And soften into flesh a marble face; Plead better at the bar; describe the skies, And when the stars descend, and when they rise: But, Rome! 'tis thine alone, with awful sway, « To rule mankind, and make the world obey, Disposing peace and war thy own majestic way; To tame the proud, the fetter'd slave to free: These are imperial arts, and worthy thee.
第 101 頁 - ... forests, our fountains, Our hamlets, our mountains, With the pride of our mountains, the maid I adore ? O, when shall I dance on the daisy-white mead, In the shade of an elm, to the sound of the reed ? When shall I return to that lowly retreat, Where all my fond objects of tenderness meet, — The lambs and the heifers that follow my call, My father, my mother, My sister, my brother, And dear Isabella, the joy of them all ? O, when shall I visit the land of my birth ? — 'Tis the loveliest land...
第 101 頁 - O, when shall I visit the land of my birth, The loveliest land on the face of the earth ! When shall I those scenes of affection explore, Our forests, oar fountains, Our hamlets, our mountains, With the pride of our mountains, the maid I adore 1
第 187 頁 - Some natural tears we dropped, but wiped them soon. The world was all before us, where to choose Our place of rest, and Providence our guide.
第 138 頁 - I'll serve this Duke : for I can sing And speak to him in many sorts of music.
第 121 頁 - ... Hebrides. His fare seemed to him very, very dull, and when at Christmas he had to hand round the plum pudding temptation was too much for him. ' On my removing the brown earthen vessel containing the spare pudding, on the first day in question ', he recalled in after years (without any contrition), ' contrary to my usual custom of setting it down on the sideboard, I walked out of the room and down stairs with it. My young master, who had his eye upon me, took the alarm, and followed. To make...
第 121 頁 - ... did lack variety. It is easy to understand the sudden impulse which got a young Belgian manservant into trouble while he was working for a family in the Hebrides. His fare seemed to him very, very dull, and when at Christmas he had to hand round the plum pudding temptation was too much for him. ' On my removing the brown earthen vessel containing the spare pudding, on the first day in question...
第 192 頁 - Pleasures are like poppies spread — We seize the flower, the bloom is shed; Or like the snow-flake on the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm.