Punch, 第 125 巻

前表紙
Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman
Punch Publications Limited, 1903
 

他の版 - すべて表示

多く使われている語句

人気のある引用

436 ページ - This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
104 ページ - Youth! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit— It cannot be that Thou art gone!
340 ページ - Ay, sir ; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
214 ページ - I sometimes wonder if the hand is not more sensitive to the beauties of sculpture than the eye. I should think the wonderful rhythmical flow of lines and curves could be more subtly felt than seen. Be this as it may, I know that I can feel the heart-throbs of the ancient Greeks in their marble gods and goddesses.
31 ページ - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
50 ページ - But it was not merely their numbers that attracted the anxious observation of the Treasury bench as the Protectionists passed in defile before the minister to the hostile lobby. It was impossible that he could have marked them without emotion : the flower of that great party which had been so proud to follow one who had been so proud to lead them.
50 ページ - They were men to gain whose hearts and the hearts of their fathers, had been the aim and exultation of his life. They had extended to him an unlimited confidence and an admiration without stint. They...
55 ページ - ... the spirit-balm Of universal love. Still over lips and brow where life has passed Lingers the smile of faith serenely .fair ; The hands that blessed the world are folded fast As in the act of prayer. The long day closes, and the strife is dumb — Thither he goes where temporal loss is gain, Where he that asks to enter must become A little child again. And since in perfect humbleness of heart He sought his Church's honour, not hia own, All faiths are one to share the mourner's part Beside the...
95 ページ - Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night...
422 ページ - Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.

書誌情報