Scott's Monthly Magazine, 第 5 卷J.J. Toon, 1868 |
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... speaking , was an obscure Gallilean , who had been crucified for alledged sedition against the great and powerful government of Rome . Some of his few and scattered disciples had fallen victims to the malice of the Jews , while the ...
... speaking , was an obscure Gallilean , who had been crucified for alledged sedition against the great and powerful government of Rome . Some of his few and scattered disciples had fallen victims to the malice of the Jews , while the ...
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... speak of a poet , and this is saying a great deal ; not too much , for F. O. Ticknor deserves more praise than our feebleness can give him , perhaps less censure than the small amount we shall bestow . To say that Tick- nor is the ...
... speak of a poet , and this is saying a great deal ; not too much , for F. O. Ticknor deserves more praise than our feebleness can give him , perhaps less censure than the small amount we shall bestow . To say that Tick- nor is the ...
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... speaking , his style is dynimic . If we could believe him guilty of imitation , we would say Ticknor imitates the French song - makers , not liter- ally , not metrically , but in expression . We do not know that he is acquainted with ...
... speaking , his style is dynimic . If we could believe him guilty of imitation , we would say Ticknor imitates the French song - makers , not liter- ally , not metrically , but in expression . We do not know that he is acquainted with ...
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... speak . " Do not weep , Theophilus . It has all been for the best . I think you love me still , or you would not have come to be with me when I die . " " Love you ? oh , Jennie ! " He sank on his knees beside her . He burst into passion ...
... speak . " Do not weep , Theophilus . It has all been for the best . I think you love me still , or you would not have come to be with me when I die . " " Love you ? oh , Jennie ! " He sank on his knees beside her . He burst into passion ...
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... speaking as the advocate of her sex as against those " poor tongue - tied crea- tures , " the men , thanks Providence that " when she has anything to say she can mostly find words to say it in . " But in this she surely does the ladies ...
... speaking as the advocate of her sex as against those " poor tongue - tied crea- tures , " the men , thanks Providence that " when she has anything to say she can mostly find words to say it in . " But in this she surely does the ladies ...
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第 109 頁 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
第 110 頁 - Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine — A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast! A voice from out the Future cries, "On! on!"— but o'er the Past (Dim gulf) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast!
第 193 頁 - And if the servant shall plainly say, 'I love my master, my wife, and my children; I will not go out free': Then his master shall bring him unto the judges; he shall also bring him to the door, or unto the door post; and his master shall bore his ear through with an awl; and he shall serve him for ever.
第 106 頁 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
第 408 頁 - And in process of time it came to pass, that Cain brought of the fruit of the ground an offering unto the LORD. And Abel, he also brought of the firstlings of his flock and of the fat thereof. And the LORD had respect unto Abel and to his offering: But unto Cain and to his offering he had not respect.
第 95 頁 - For Adam was first formed then Eve. And Adam was not deceived ; but the woman, being deceived, was in the transgression ; notwithstanding she shall be saved in child-bearing, if they continue in faith, and charity, and holiness with sobriety.
第 109 頁 - O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
第 95 頁 - Let the woman learn in silence with all subjection. But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence. For Adam was first formed, then Eve. And Adam was not deceived, but the woman being deceived was in the transgression.
第 109 頁 - 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.
第 106 頁 - And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling — my darling — my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.