Belgravia: A London Magazine, 第 72 卷

Chatto and Windus, 1890

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第 357 頁 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
第 198 頁 - Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
第 155 頁 - And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment: so Christ was once offered to bear the sins of many: and unto them that look for him shall he appear the second time without sin unto salvation.
第 326 頁 - And, when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left, Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory, images and precious thoughts, That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
第 386 頁 - LOVE is enough : though the World be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder, And this day draw a veil over all deeds...
第 216 頁 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
第 311 頁 - mid the throng the Isthmus claims, Lured by the Sea-God's glorious games — The mighty many-nation'd throng — How track the hand that wrought the wrong? — How guess if that dread deed were done, By ruffian hands, or secret foes? He who sees all on earth — the SUN — Alone the gloomy secret knows. Perchance he treads in careless peace, Amidst your Sons, assembled Greece; Hears with a smile revenge decreed; Gloats with fell joy upon the deed. His steps the avenging gods may mock Within the...
第 304 頁 - Life is quite a different thing by the side of a beloved wife, than so forsaken and alone ; even in Summer. Beautiful Nature ! I now for the first time fully enjoy it, live in it. The world again clothes itself around me in poetic forms ; old feelings are again awakening in my breast. What a life I am leading here ! I look with a glad mind around me ; my heart finds a perennial contentment without it ; my spirit so fine, so refreshing a nourishment.
第 149 頁 - As they are seated, there is not one point to distinguish them from men : the dressing and powdering of the hair; their wellstarched neckcloths ; the upper part of their habits, which they always wear, even at a dinner-party, made precisely like men's coats; and regular black beaver men's hats. They looked exactly like two respectable superannuated old clergymen ; one the picture of Boruwlaski.
第 355 頁 - O gods ? not we. There is none shall say he hath seen, There is none he hath known. Though he saith, Lo, a lord have I been, I have reaped and sown ; I have seen the desire of mine eyes, The beginning of love, The season of kisses and sighs And the end thereof. I have known the ways of the sea, All the perilous ways ; Strange winds have spoken with me, And the tongues of strange days. I have hewn the pine for ships ; Where steeds run arow, I have seen from their bridled lips Foam blown as the snow....