Letters and Memorials of Wendell Phillips Garrison: Literary Editor of "The Nation" 1865-1906

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Printed at the Riverside Press, 1908 - 297 頁

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第 231 頁 - As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of day Are scarce long leagues apart descried ; When fell the night, upsprung the breeze, And all the darkling hours they plied, Nor dreamt but each the self-same seas By each was cleaving, side by side...
第 229 頁 - Tis of the rushing of an host in rout, With groans, of trampled men, with smarting wounds — At once they groan with pain, and shudder with the cold! But hush! there is a pause of deepest silence! And all that noise, as of a rushing crowd...
第 274 頁 - For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing befalleth them: as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one breath; so that a man hath no pre-eminence above a beast: for all is vanity. All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again.
第 228 頁 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
第 173 頁 - Soccorri all' alma disviata e frale , E '1 suo difetto di tua grazia adempì ; Sicché, s' io vissi in guerra ed in tempesta, Mora in pace ed in porto, e, se la stanza Fu vana, almen sia la partita onesta. A quel poco di viver che m' avanza, Ed al morir degni esser tua man presta ; Tu sai ben che 'n altrui non ho speranza.
第 276 頁 - I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins...
第 228 頁 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
第 235 頁 - Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave; Think ye he meant them for a slave ? Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! We will not think of themes like these ! It made Anacreon's song divine: He served — but served Polycrates : A tyrant; but our masters then Were still, at least, our countrymen.
第 237 頁 - The instance is without a precedent ; the case never existed before ; and who can tell what may be the event ? The property of no man is secure in the present unbraced system of things.
第 167 頁 - Oh, think, how to his latest day, When Death, just hovering, claimed his prey. With Palinure's unaltered mood, Firm at his dangerous post he stood ; Each call for needful rest repelled, With dying hand the rudder held, Till, in his fall, with fateful sway, The steerage of the realm gave way!

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