Soundings from the Atlantic

Ticknor and Fields, 1864 - 468 頁
This volume is a compilation of articles, with the exception of the last, published originally in the Atlantic monthly.


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第 375 頁 - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze with bossy sculptures graven ; The roof was fretted gold.
第 173 頁 - At the mouth of two witnesses, or three witnesses, shall he that is worthy of death be put to death; but at the mouth of one witness he shall not be put to death.
第 411 頁 - Every master of slaves is born a petty tyrant. They bring the judgment of Heaven on a country. As nations cannot be rewarded or punished in the next world, they must be in this. By an inevitable chain of causes and effects, Providence punishes national sins by national calamities.
第 265 頁 - It was so nearly like visiting the battle-field to look over these views, that all the emotions excited by the actual sight of the stained and sordid scene, strewed with rags and wrecks, came back to us, and we buried them in the recesses of our cabinet as we would have buried the mutilated remains «f the dead they too vividly represented.
第 264 頁 - Let him who wishes to know what war is look at this series of illustrations.
第 222 頁 - This is no toy, which thus carries us into the very presence of all that is most inspiring to the soul in the scenes which the world's heroes and martyrs, and more than heroes, more than martyrs, have hallowed and solemnized by looking upon. It is no toy : it is a divine gift, placed in our hands nominally by science, really by that inspiration which is revealing the Almighty through the lips of the humble students of Nature.
第 152 頁 - I look into the eyes of the caged tiger, and on the scaly train of the crocodile, stretched on the sands of the river that has mirrored a hundred dynasties. I stroll through Rhenish vineyards, I sit under Roman arches, I walk the streets of once buried cities, I look into the chasms of Alpine glaciers, and on the rush of wasteful cataracts. I pass, in a moment, from the banks of the Charles to the ford of the Jordan, and leave my outward frame in the arm-chair at my table, while in spirit I am looking...
第 239 頁 - The light is pretty good at this time, and we count only as far as thirty, when we cover the lens again with the cap. Then we replace the slide in the shield, draw this out of the camera, and carry it back into the shadowy realm where Cocytus flows in black nitrate of silver and Acheron stagnates in the pool of hyposulphite, and invisible ghosts, trooping down from the world of day, cross a Styx of dissolved sulphate of iron, and appear before the Rhadamanthus of that lurid Hades.
第 354 頁 - HG really ? If the complexion of his politics were not accounted for by his being an eager person himself? Whether Wendell Fillips were not a reduced copy of John Knocks .* Whether a New York Feuilletoniste is not the same thing as a Fellow down East .* At this time a plausible-looking, baldheaded man joined us, evidently waiting to take a part in the conversation. " Good morning, Mr. Higgles," said the Superintendent. "Anything fresh this morning ? Any Conundrum ? " "I haven't looked at the cattle,
第 356 頁 - Go to the head of the Class, Josselyn," said the venerable Patriarch. The successful Inmate did as he was told, but in a very rough way, pushing against two or three of the Class. " How is this ? " said the Patriarch. "You told me to go upjostlin',