Once a Week, 第 2 巻

Eneas Sweetland Dallas
Bradbury and Evans., 1860

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257 ページ - And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy hack heaves to the sky. Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
105 ページ - My dear old friend, I do assure you I have not forgotten our last meeting, nor our retrospective look over the route by which God had then led us ; and I bless his name that he has again enabled me to hear your words of cheering and comfort, at a time when I, at least, am on the
32 ページ - These Turks took a pleasure in torturing children too; cutting the unborn child from the mother's womb, and tossing babies up in the air and catching them on the points of their bayonets before their mother's eyes. Doing it before the mother's eyes was what gave zest to the amusement.
259 ページ - Nevertheless, they to whom mortal life has ceased to be a long matter perceive that our appeals for conviction are answered, — now and then very closely upon the call. When we have cast off the scales of hope and fancy, and surrender our claims on mad chance, it is given us to see that some plan is working out : that the heavens, icy as they are to the pangs of our blood, have been throughout speaking to our souls ; and, according to the strength there existing, we learn to comprehend them.
315 ページ - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
473 ページ - Behind him rode the leprous man ; when to their hostelrie They came, he made him eat with him at table cheerfully ; While all the rest from that poor guest with loathing shrunk away, To his own bed the wretch he led, beside him there he lay. All at the mid-hour of the night, while good Rodrigo slept, A breath came from the...
129 ページ - Mr. Melchisedec, whom people in private called the great Mel, had been at once the sad dog of Lymport, and the pride of the town. He was a tailor, and he kept horses ; he was a tailor, and he had gallant adventures ; he was a tailor, and he shook hands with his customers.