The Living Age, 第 112 卷

E. Littell & Company, 1872

大家的评论 - 撰写书评


其他版本 - 查看全部



第73页 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
第143页 - ... because he who has received this true education of the inner being will most shrewdly perceive omissions or faults in art and nature, and with a true taste, while he praises and rejoices over, and receives into his soul the good, and becomes noble and good, he will justly blame and hate the bad, now in the days of his youth, even before he is able to know the reason of the thing ; and when reason comes he will recognize and salute her as a friend with whom his education has made him long familiar.
第288页 - Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
第77页 - Their authors are of the same level, fit to represent them on a mountebank's stage, or to be masters of the ceremonies in a beargarden : yet these are they who have the most admirers. But it often happens, to their mortification, that as their readers improve their stock of sense, (as they may by...
第52页 - Free love — free field — we love but while we may: The woods are hush'd, their music is no more: The leaf is dead, the yearning past away: New leaf, new life — the days of frost are o'er: New life, new love to suit the newer day: New loves are sweet as those that went before: Free love, — free field — we love but while we may.
第414页 - He went away again the second time, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if this cup may not pass away from me, except I drink it, thy will be done.
第260页 - Strange to think by the way, Whatever there is to know, That shall we know one day.
第72页 - Add that whate'er of terror or of love Or beauty, Nature's daily face put on From transitory passion, unto this I was as sensitive as waters are To the sky's influence in a kindred mood Of passion ; was obedient as a lute That waits upon the touches of the wind.
第383页 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; "Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain. They call us' to deliver Their land from error's chain.
第413页 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.