The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson: The amateur emigrant. Across the plains. The silverado squattersScribner's, 1895 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Alick AMATEUR EMIGRANT American Anstruther Wester Arethusa artist asked Barbizon began Bob Bain Calistoga cañon Cellardyke Cernay Châtillon-sur-Loing colour Commissary companion dark deck Devonian dream emigrant English face Fair Isle fancy fellow Fontainebleau forest gentleman gone hand heard heart heaven hills hour human Indian Kelmar Lake County land lantern least live look Maréchal-des-logis Mexican mind Monterey morning Mount Saint Helena mountain Napa Valley nature never night once painter passed passengers perhaps plain platform pleasant pleasure poor road round Rufe scarce scene Schramberger second cabin seemed seen ship side Silverado stand steerage stood story stowaway strange streets suppose talk taste thing thought tion Toano told Toll House town train trees turn valley voice walk whole wind woods word young
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298 psl. - To be honest, to be kind to earn a little and to spend a little less/ to make upon the whole a family happier for his presence,' to renounce when that shall be necessary and not be embittered, to keep a few friends but these without capitulation above all, on the same grim condition, to keep friends with himself here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude and delicacy.
305 psl. - The smoke ascends In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires Shine, and are changed. In the valley Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun, Closing his benediction, Sinks, and the darkening air Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep. So be my passing! My task accomplished and the long day done, My wages taken, and in my heart Some late lark singing, Let me be gathered to the quiet west, The sundown splendid and serene, Death.
237 psl. - It is said that a poet has died young in the breast of the most stolid. It may be contended, rather, that this (somewhat minor) bard in almost every case survives, and is the spice of life to his possessor. Justice is not done to the versatility and the unplumbed childishness of man's imagination. His life from without may seem but a rude mound of mud ; there will be some golden chamber at the heart of it, in which he dwells delighted...
304 psl. - A late lark twitters from the quiet skies; And from the west, Where the sun, his day's work ended, Lingers as in content, There falls on the old, gray city An influence luminous and serene, A shining peace. "The smoke ascends In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires Shine, and are changed. In the valley Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun, Closing his benediction, Sinks, and the darkening air Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night Night, with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep.
286 psl. - ... for a virtue and none where it is not branded for a vice; and we look in our experience, and find no vital congruity in the wisest rules, but at the best a municipal fitness. It is not strange if we are tempted to despair of good. We ask too much. Our religions and moralities have been trimmed...
243 psl. - ... which he lives. And the true realism, always and everywhere, is that of the poets: to find out where joy resides, and give it a voice far beyond singing. For to miss the joy is to miss all.
287 psl. - This stuff, when not purified by the lustration of fire, rots uncleanly into something we call life ; seized through all its atoms with a pediculous malady ; swelling in tumours that become independent, sometimes even (by an abhorrent prodigy) locomotory ; one splitting into millions, millions cohering into one, as the malady proceeds through varying stages. This vital putrescence of the dust, used as we are to it, yet strikes us with occasional disgust, and the profusion of worms in a piece of ancient...
116 psl. - He sells books (such books!), papers, fruit, lollipops, and cigars; and on emigrant journeys, soap, towels, tin washing dishes, tin coffee pitchers, coffee, tea, sugar, and tinned eatables, mostly hash or beans and bacon. Early next morning the newsboy went around the cars, and chumming on a more extended principle became the order of the hour. It requires but a copartnery of two to manage beds; but washing and eating can be carried on most economically by a syndicate of three. I myself entered a...
287 psl. - Consideration dares not dwell upon this view; that way madness lies; science carries us into zones of speculation, where there is no habitable city for the mind of man. But take the Kosmos with a grosser faith, as our senses give it us. We behold space sown with rotatory islands, suns and worlds and the shards and wrecks of systems: some, like the sun, still blazing; some rotting, like the earth; others, like the moon, stable in desolation. All of these we take to be made of something we call matter...
8 psl. - We were a company of the rejected; the drunken, the incompetent, the weak, the prodigal, all who had been unable to prevail against circumstances in the one land, were now fleeing pitifully to another; and though one or two might still succeed, all had already failed. We were a shipful of failures, the broken men of England.
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson: The amateur emigrant. Across the plains. The silverado squatters 15 tomas iš The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson, Fanny Van de Grift Stevenson |
| Autorius | Robert Louis Stevenson |
| Leidėjas | Scribner's, 1895 |
| Originalas iš | Niujorko viešoji biblioteka |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 15 balandžio 2008 |
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