Macmillan's Magazine, 第 11 卷

Macmillan and Company, 1865

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第 29 頁 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
第 303 頁 - I understood, too, that, in ordinary civil administration, this oath even forbade me to practically indulge my primary abstract judgment on the moral question of slavery.
第 29 頁 - And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet?
第 493 頁 - If a man were called to fix the period in the history of the world during which the condition of the human race was most happy and prosperous, he would, without hesitation, name that which elapsed from the death of Domitian to the accession of Commodus.
第 27 頁 - What," it will be questioned, " when the sun rises do you not see a round disk of fire something like a guinea ? Oh ! no ! no ! I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying — ' Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty ! '" I question not my corporeal eye any more than I would question a window concerning a sight.
第 483 頁 - A cup, save thee, and what a cup hast thou brought! Dost thou take me for a fairy, to drink out of an acorn?
第 26 頁 - There is no doubt this poor man was mad, but there is something in the madness of this man which interests me more than the sanity of Lord Byron and Walter Scott!
第 303 頁 - I had even tried to preserve the Constitution, if, to save slavery or any minor matter, I should permit the wreck of government, country, and Constitution all together. When, early in the war, General Fremont attempted military emancipation, I forbade it, because I did not then think it an indispensable necessity.
第 483 頁 - Dost thou take me for a fairy, to drink out of an acorn? Why didst thou not bring thy thimble? Hast thou ne'er a brass thimble clinking in thy pocket with a bit of nutmeg? I warrant thee. Come, fill, fill. So, again.
第 29 頁 - So I piped, he wept to hear. 'Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe, Sing thy songs of happy cheer.' So I sung the same again While he wept with joy to hear. 'Piper sit thee down and write In a book that all may read — ' So he vanish'd from my sight.