The Atlantic Monthly, 第 78 卷Atlantic Monthly Company, 1896 |
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第 416 頁 - Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old. Where the great Vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold, — Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ; And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
第 299 頁 - IF one could have that little head of hers Painted upon a background of pale gold, Such as the Tuscan's early art prefers ! No shade encroaching on the matchless mould Of those two lips, which should be opening soft In the pure profile ; not as when she laughs, For that spoils all : but rather as if aloft Yon hyacinth, she loves so, leaned its staff's...
第 705 頁 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
第 416 頁 - Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
第 476 頁 - The bowl goes trim, the moon doth shine, And our ballast is old wine ; And your ballast is old wine.
第 472 頁 - ... to-day, and drown all sorrow, You shall perhaps not do it to-morrow. Best, while you have it, use your breath; There is no drinking after death. Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit; There is no cure 'gainst age but it. It helps the headache, cough, and tisic, And is for all diseases physic.
第 226 頁 - ... and robed to the feet, and leaning to each other across the gates, their figures indistinct among the gleaming of the golden ground through the leaves beside them, interrupted and dim, like the morning light as it faded back among the branches of Eden, when first its gates were angel-guarded long ago.
第 521 頁 - If there were more there would be too many to convey the impression in which half the beauty resides — the impression, somehow, of something dreamed and missed, something reduced, relinquished, resigned : the poetry, as it were, of something sensibly gone.
第 154 頁 - But yet in it shall be a tenth, and it shall return, and shall be eaten : as a teil tree, and as an oak, whose substance is in them, when they cast their leaves : so the holy seed shall be the substance thereof.
第 294 頁 - For nearly three centuries the dominant fact in American life has been expansion. With the settlement of the Pacific coast and the occupation of the free lands, this movement has come to a check. That these energies of expansion will no longer operate would be a rash prediction; and the demands for a vigorous foreign policy, for an interoceanic canal, for a revival of our power upon the seas, and for the extension of American influence to outlying islands and adjoining countries, are indications...