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The Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine, 44 tomas
Josiah Gilbert Holland,Richard Watson Gilder
Visos knygos peržiūra - 1892
American appeared asked beautiful become began believe better called carried child civilization classes comes course economic English Europe existence eyes face fact father fear feel followed friends girl give hand head hope human ideas important industrial interest Italy kind knew labor land later learned least less light living look matter mean ment mind Miss morning mother nature never night once party passed perhaps person play political possible present question seemed seen sense side social spirit stand story street sure talk tell thing thought tion told took town true turned walked whole wonder write young
338 psl. - I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
437 psl. - Hurrah ! hurrah for Sheridan ! Hurrah! hurrah for horse and man ! And when their statues are placed on high, Under the dome of the Union sky, The American soldier's Temple of Fame, There with the glorious General's name, Be it said, in letters both bold and bright, " Here is the steed that saved the day By carrying Sheridan into the fight, From Winchester, twenty miles away!
475 psl. - Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.
472 psl. - tis enough. He tasks me; he heaps me; I see in him outrageous strength, with an inscrutable malice sinewing it. That inscrutable thing is chiefly what I hate; and be the white whale agent, or be the white whale principal, I will wreak that hate upon him.
471 psl. - But while this sleep, this dream is on ye, move your foot or hand an inch; slip your hold at all; and your identity comes back in horror. Over Descartian vortices you hover. And perhaps, at mid-day, in the fairest weather, with one half-throttled shriek you drop through that transparent air into the summer sea, no more to rise for ever. Heed it well, ye Pantheists!
625 psl. - We were very tired, we were very merry We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
471 psl. - There is no life in thee, now, except that rocking life imparted by a gently rolling ship; by her, borrowed from the sea; by the sea, from the inscrutable tides of God. But while this sleep, this dream is on ye, move your foot or hand an inch; slip your hold at all; and your identity comes back in horror.
620 psl. - While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; 'When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; 'And when Rome falls the World.
696 psl. - And he dreamed, and behold a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven : and behold the angels of God ascending and descending on it...