Bentley's Miscellany, 第 8 卷Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1840 |
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第48页
... beautiful peepers , till I belaved they wud ha com'd out of her head althegither and in- tirely , and she looked first as mad as a cat at Mounseer Frog , and thin as smiling as all out o ' doors at meself . " Thin , " says he , the ...
... beautiful peepers , till I belaved they wud ha com'd out of her head althegither and in- tirely , and she looked first as mad as a cat at Mounseer Frog , and thin as smiling as all out o ' doors at meself . " Thin , " says he , the ...
第54页
... beautiful Queen of our green isle lay down her harp in despair , and moisten its strings with her tears ! But , no , thank Heaven ! she sits erect ; her poor sons daily proclaim their joy ; they swerve not from their vow ; and the point ...
... beautiful Queen of our green isle lay down her harp in despair , and moisten its strings with her tears ! But , no , thank Heaven ! she sits erect ; her poor sons daily proclaim their joy ; they swerve not from their vow ; and the point ...
第59页
... beautiful ballad were it not so affecting , and rendered more pathetic , too , by its innocent simplicity ; for she actually concludes thus , -as the poet avers ; who had been evidently listening to her moans - musical and melancholy ...
... beautiful ballad were it not so affecting , and rendered more pathetic , too , by its innocent simplicity ; for she actually concludes thus , -as the poet avers ; who had been evidently listening to her moans - musical and melancholy ...
第62页
... beautiful shnout as you carry on the middle of your face ? ' siz she . O then , good luck to you , an ' let me put a naggin of the raal ould Dublin into it for the warmth , ' siz she ; ' for it's beginning to turn blue , ' siz she , an ...
... beautiful shnout as you carry on the middle of your face ? ' siz she . O then , good luck to you , an ' let me put a naggin of the raal ould Dublin into it for the warmth , ' siz she ; ' for it's beginning to turn blue , ' siz she , an ...
第65页
... beautiful clane glass wid his own hands , an ' she tuk it quite smart an ' bould . But what ' ud ye think ? Why , thin , by this binch I'm sittin ' on , the moment she thried to drink it , the dickins a sup of whishkey was in the glass ...
... beautiful clane glass wid his own hands , an ' she tuk it quite smart an ' bould . But what ' ud ye think ? Why , thin , by this binch I'm sittin ' on , the moment she thried to drink it , the dickins a sup of whishkey was in the glass ...
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第448页 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
第78页 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
第163页 - An excited and highly distempered ideality threw a sulphureous lustre over all. His long improvised dirges will ring forever in my ears. Among other things, I hold painfully in mind a certain singular perversion and amplification of the wild air of the last waltz of Von Weber.
第159页 - I had so worked upon my imagination as really to believe that about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity — an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn — a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible and leaden-hued.
第165页 - I here started as he spoke,) in the gradual yet certain condensation of an atmosphere of their own about the waters and the walls. The result was discoverable, he added, in that silent, yet importunate and terrible influence which for centuries had moulded the destinies of his family, and which made him what I now saw him - what he was.
第160页 - ... antique, and tattered. Many books and musical instruments lay scattered about, but failed to give any vitality to the scene. I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. An air of stern, deep, and irredeemable gloom hung over and pervaded all.
第152页 - She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
第166页 - I thought his unceasingly agitated mind was laboring with some oppressive secret, to divulge which he struggled for the necessary courage. At times, again, I was obliged to resolve all into the mere inexplicable vagaries of madness, for I beheld him gazing upon vacancy for long hours, in an attitude of the profoundest attention, as if listening to some imaginary sound.
第159页 - ... fungi overspread the whole exterior, hanging in a fine tangled web-work from the eaves. Yet all this was apart from any extraordinary dilapidation. No portion of the masonry had fallen; and there appeared to be a wild inconsistency between its still perfect adaptation of parts, and the crumbling condition of the individual stones. In this there was much that reminded me of the specious totality of old wood-work which has rotted for long years in some neglected vault, with no disturbance from...
第152页 - The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he. Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast; The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.