Passages from the history of a wasted life

B.B. Mussey, 1853 - 248页

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第152页 - ... sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn! — for never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.
第248页 - Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes? They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine. Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright: at the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
第248页 - Yea, thou shalt be as he that lieth down in the midst of the sea, or as he that lieth upon the top of a mast.
第247页 - O my soul, come not thou into their secret; unto their assembly, mine honour, be not thou united! For in their anger they slew a man, and in their self-will they digged down a wall. Cursed be their anger, for it was fierce, and their wrath, for it was cruel. I will divide them in Jacob and scatter them in Israel.
第152页 - In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair!
第152页 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago), And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away. Wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute's well-tuned law, Round about a throne where, sitting, Porphyrogene, In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen. And all with pearl...
第198页 - I endured more agony than pen could describe, even were it guided by the hand of a Dante. Who can tell the horrors of that horrible malady, aggravated as it is by the almost ever-abiding consciousness that it is self-sought. Hideous faces appeared on the walls, and on the ceiling, and on the floors ; foul things crept along the bed-clothes, and glaring eyes peered into mine. I was at one time surrounded by millions of monstrous spiders...
第33页 - ... slattern shawl, the untidy dress, the slip-shod gait, too well betray the confirmed drunkard. The noises, too, of the assembled topers are hideous ; appalling even when heard in an atmosphere of gin. Imprecations, execrations, objurgations, supplications...
第191页 - We do not usually find, that the men most distinguished for that combination of intellectual powers which is known as talent are disposed to make such use of alcoholic stimulants for the purpose of augmenting their mental powers; for that spontaneous activity of the mind itself, which it is the tendency of alcohol to excite, is not favorable to the exercise of the observing and purely reasoning faculties, or to the steady devotement of concentrated attention to any subject which it is desired to...
第86页 - Tis Saturday night, and the chill rain and sleet Is swept by the wind down the long, dreary street ; The lamps in the windows flicker and blink, As the wild gale whistles through cranny and chink ; But round yon door huddles a shivering crowd Of wretches, by pain and by penury bowed ; And oaths are muttered, and curses drop From their lips, as they stand by THE PAWNBROKER'S SHOP. Visages hardened and seared by sin ; Faces bloated and pimpled...