Tales of my landlord, collected and arranged by Jedediah Cleishbotham, 第 4 卷 |
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第 24 頁 - Whate'er he did was done with so much ease, In him alone 'twas natural to please : His motions all accompanied with grace ; And paradise was open'd in his face.
第 89 頁 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
第 46 頁 - Is not the whole land before thee? separate thyself, I pray thee, from me : if thou wilt take the left hand, then I will go to the right ; or if thou depart to the right hand, then I will go to the left.
第 339 頁 - ... tea, which, though excellent hyson, is necessarily weaker and more insipid in the last cup. N"ow, as I think the one is by no means improved by the luscious lump of half-dissolved sugar usually found at the bottom of it, so I am of opinion that a history, growing already vapid, is but dully crutched up by a detail of circumstances which every reader must have anticipated, even though the author exhaust on them every flowery epithet in the language.
第 95 頁 - When I think of death, Mr Morton, as a thing worth thinking of, it is in the hope of pressing one day some well-fought and hard-won field of battle, and dying with the shout of victory in my ear— that would be worth dying for, and more, it would be worth having lived for...
第 95 頁 - ... die — it has struck — you are alive and safe, and the lot has fallen on those fellows who were to murder you. — It is not the expiring pang that is worth thinking of in an event that must happen one day, and may befall us on any given moment — it is the memory which the soldier leaves behind him, like the long train of light that follows the sunken sun — that is all which is worth caring for, which distinguishes the death of the brave or the ignoble.