New Monthly Magazine, 第 131 卷

Henry Colburn, 1864

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第 80 頁 - Soft, as the memory of buried love ; Pure, as the prayer which Childhood wafts above; Was she — the daughter of that rude old Chief, Who met the maid with tears — but not of grief.
第 54 頁 - Behind him cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening from the top of Fesole Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
第 179 頁 - He says but little, and that little said Owes all its weight, like loaded dice, to lead. His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock it never is at home...
第 54 頁 - There it was that I found and visited the famous Galileo, grown old, a prisoner to the Inquisition for thinking in astronomy otherwise than the Franciscan and Dominican licensers thought.
第 272 頁 - Any people anywhere being inclined and having the power have the right to rise up and shake off the existing government, and form a new one that suits them better.
第 63 頁 - Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
第 272 頁 - Any portion of such people that can, may revolutionize, and make their own of so much of the territory as they inhabit.
第 419 頁 - To my mind this is one of the most tragical facts in all history. It is a bitter thought, how different a thing the Christianity of the world might have been if the Christian faith had been adopted as the religion of the empire under the auspices of Marcus Aurelius instead of those of Constantine.
第 304 頁 - "When I have been engaged on a continuous work, I have often been obliged to rise in the middle of the night, light my lamp, and write an hour or two, to relieve my mind ; and, now that I write no more, I am sometimes compelled to get up in the same way to read.
第 172 頁 - She was a formidable style of lady with spectacles, a prominent nose, and a loud voice, who had the effect of wanting a great deal of room. And she really did, for she knocked down little chairs with her skirts that were quite a great way off.