The United Service Magazine, 第 1 卷﹔第 74 卷﹔第 1868 卷,第 2 期

H. Colburn, 1854

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第 214 頁 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
第 540 頁 - Time was when it was praise and boast enough In every clime, and travel where we might, That we were born her children. Praise enough To fill the ambition of a private man, That Chatham's language was his mother tongue, And Wolfe's great name compatriot with his own.
第 66 頁 - Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor Inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control Is wisdom's root.
第 208 頁 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
第 378 頁 - any dispute that might lead to conflict between ' two of the great Powers of Europe ; but when we ' reflect that the quarrel is for exclusive privileges in ' a spot near which the heavenly host proclaimed ' peace on earth and goodwill towards men — when we ' see rival Churches contending for mastery in the ' very place where Christ died for mankind — the ' thought of such a spectacle is melancholy indeed.
第 468 頁 - For they tha.t led us away captive, required of us then a song, and melody in our heaviness : Sing us one of the songs of Sion.
第 340 頁 - I have no bewitching matter ; but destroy me quickly if my chief has consented to my death.' His executioners said they must torture him until he produced it ; to which he answered : ' Save yourselves the trouble, for, torture as you will, I cannot produce what I have not.
第 208 頁 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies, They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay, So flourish these, when those are past away.
第 378 頁 - No sooner," says the official account, "were these words uttered, than the Latins, who "had come to receive their triumph over the Orientals, "broke out into loud exclamations of the impossi"bility of celebrating mass upon a schismatic slab "of marble, with a covering of silk and gold instead "of plain linen, among schismatic vases, and before "a crucifix which has the feet separated instead of "one nailed over the other.
第 249 頁 - Or what king, going to make war against another king, sitteth not down first, and consulteth whether he be able with ten thousand to meet him that cometh against him with twenty thousand?