Everyday Ethics

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H. Holt, 1906 - 439 頁
 

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第 213 頁 - The ill-timed truth we might have kept— Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung? The word we had not sense to say — Who knows how grandly it had rung?
第 220 頁 - The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart; Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart: Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget!
第 37 頁 - We will return no more;" And all at once they sang, "Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.
第 64 頁 - And Esau said to Jacob, Feed me, I pray thee, with that same red pottage; for I am faint: therefore was his name called Edom.
第 64 頁 - And Esau said, Behold, I am at the point to die: and what profit shall this birthright do to me?
第 355 頁 - I protest that if some great Power would agree to make me always think what is true and do what is right, on condition of being turned into a sort of clock and wound up every morning before I got out of bed, I should instantly close with the offer.
第 237 頁 - ... has most time to consider others. That eminent chemist who took his walks abroad in tin shoes, and subsisted wholly upon tepid milk, had all his work cut out for him in considerate dealings with his own digestion. So soon as prudence has begun to grow up in the brain, like a dismal fungus, it finds its first expression in a paralysis of generous acts.
第 66 頁 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
第 66 頁 - I should take it, for it cannot be But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall To make oppression bitter, or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this slave's offal.
第 28 頁 - I do remember an apothecary, — And hereabouts he dwells, — whom late I noted In tattered weeds, with overwhelming brows, Culling of simples ; meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones...

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