The Galaxy: A Magazine of Entertaining Reading, Volumen1Mark Twain W. C. & F. P. Church, 1866 |
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Página 174 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Página 414 - Is in its infancy. The man, whose eye Is ever on himself, doth look on one, The least of nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever.
Página 254 - Si vous croyez que je vais dire Qui j'ose aimer, Je ne saurais, pour un empire, Vous la nommer. Nous allons chanter à la ronde, Si vous voulez, Que je l'adore et qu'elle est blonde Comme les blés. Je fais ce que sa fantaisie Veut m'ordonner, Et je puis, s'il lui faut ma vie, La lui donner. Du mal qu'une amour ignorée Nous fait souffrir, J'en porte l'âme déchirée Jusqu'à mourir.
Página 516 - Tic-tac ! tic-tac ! go the wheels of thought ; our will cannot stop them; they cannot stop themselves; sleep cannot still them; madness only makes them go faster; death alone can break into the case, and, seizing the ever-swinging pendulum, which we call the heart, silence at last the clicking of the terrible escapement we have carried so long beneath our wrinkled foreheads.
Página 516 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. LVI. " So careful of the type ?
Página 175 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Página 509 - That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Página 421 - You cannot fight against the future. Time is on our side. The great social forces which move onwards in their might and majesty, and which the tumult of our debates does not for a moment impede or disturb...
Página 516 - If we could only get at them, as we lie on our pillows and count the dead beats of thought after thought, and image after image, jarring through the overtired organ ! Will nobody block those wheels, uncouple that pinion, cut the string that holds those weights, blow up the infernal machine with gun-powder...
Página 421 - ... carry in this fight, though perhaps at some moment it may droop over our sinking heads, yet it soon again will float in the eye of Heaven, and it will be borne by the firm hands of the united people of the three kingdoms, perhaps not to an easy, but to a certain and to a not far distant victory.