A Sicilian legacy, 第 2 卷


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第 190 頁 - All travel has its advantages. If the passenger visits better countries, he may learn to improve his own, and if fortune carries him to worse, he may learn to enjoy it.
第 101 頁 - Henna there is a lake of deep water, Fergus by name ; Cayster does not hear more songs of swans, in his running streams, than that. A wood skirts the lake, surrounding it on every side, and with its foliage, as though with an awning, keeps out the rays of the sun. The boughs produce a coolness, the moist ground flowers of Tyrian hue. There the spring is perpetual. In this grove, while Proserpina is amusing herself, and is plucking either violets or white lilies, and while, with child-like eagerness,...
第 103 頁 - After that, her back, her shoulders, her side, and her breast dissolve, vanishing into thin rivulets. Lastly, pure water, instead of live blood, enters her corrupted veins, and nothing remains which you can grasp in your hand.
第 189 頁 - Melina came walking through the hall. Philina was wicked enough to invite her to join them in the dance, and thus to bring her in mind of the shape to which...
第 170 頁 - That pleasure was the chiefest good, (And was, perhaps, i' th' right, if rightly understood) His life he to his doctrine brought, And in a garden's shade that sovereign pleasure sought : Whoever a true epicure would be, May there find cheap and virtuous luxury.
第 1 頁 - Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown, Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own: So think thou wilt no second husband wed; But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
第 134 頁 - 4 the leaf of the snow-white privet, 76 more blooming than the meadows, more slender than the tall alder, brighter than glass, more wanton than the tender kid, smoother than the shells worn by continual floods, more pleasing than the winter's sun or than the summer's shade, more beauteous than the apples, more sightly than the lofty plane tree, clearer than ice, sweeter than the ripened grape, softer than both the down of the swan, and than curdled milk, and, didst thou not fly me, more beauteous...
第 167 頁 - twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot: But let them pass— Oh! how my heart Would hate him, if he loved thee not! When late I saw thy favourite child I thought my jealous heart would break; But when the unconscious infant smiled, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.
第 131 頁 - She never Told you one kind, endearing thing of me, Though she has seen me wasting day by day. My very head and feet, for wretchedness, Throb — and so let 'em ; for I too am wretched.
第 129 頁 - ... and to this hour, I could not cease to love you; you, who care Nothing about my love — Great Jove! no, nothing. " Fair one, I know why you avoid me thus: It is because one rugged eyebrow spreads Across my forehead, solitary and huge, Shading this eye forlorn. My nose, too, presses Flat tow'rds my lip. And yet, such as I am, I feed a thousand sheep; and from them drink Excellent milk; and never want for cheese In summer, nor in autumn, nor dead winter, Dairies I have, so full. I can play, too,...