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Časté výrazy a frázy
amongst ancient Animal Fancy beautiful boat bridge Buddhist built called China Chinese Confucius coolies cotton custom daughter dynasty East Emperor European eyes Father Tschepe feet Filchner filial foreign Fusan Genähr girl grave H. B. Hulbert Han dynasty hand Hangchow Hanoi heart Hebrew Bible hill Hokkaido honour hundred inscription island Japan Japanese journey Ka-cheng Kiukiang Lake land lived look maid Mengtse metres miles Min River Ming dynasty monument morning mother mountains nese Nestorian Nestorian Monument never night Obama official opium pagoda Pak-hoi passed Pearl piculs priests province railway reached rice Rishiri river road rock round Sagalien seemed Shanghai side soon Ssech'wen steamer stone Tailor-bird temple things tion tombs town trees Tsugaru Strait village walls wife women Yao-tze Yen-fu-tse Yunnan Yüt-hong
Populárne pasáže
Strana 116 - JUSTUM et tenacem propositi virum Non civium ardor prava jubentium, Non vultus instantis tyranni Mente quatit solida, neque Auster, Dux inquieti turbidus Adriae, 5 Nee fulminantis magna manus Jovis : Si fractus illabatur orbis, * Impavidum ferient ruinae.
Strana 299 - O floating clouds that swim in heaven above, Bear on your wings these words to him I love. . . Alas ! you float along nor heed my pain, And leave me here to love and long in vain...
Strana 396 - But he comes not nor goes, Stands in his pride. Long, long, with painful throes, Grieved I abide. Strong blew the wind; the cloud Hastened away. Soon dark again, the shroud Covers the day. I wake, and sleep no more Visits my eyes. His course I sad deplore, With heavy sighs. Cloudy the sky, and dark; The thunders roll. Such outward signs well mark My troubled soul. I wake, and sleep no more Comes to give rest. His course I sad deplore, In anguished breast.
Strana 148 - Lo, children are an heritage of .the Lord." "Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them : they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.
Strana 395 - The weeds will but the ranker grow, If fields too large you seek to till. To try to gain men far away With grief your toiling heart will fill, If fields too large you seek to till, The weeds will only rise more strong. To try to gain men far away Will but your heart's distress prolong.
Strana 26 - In the middle of the lake are two islands, on one of which stands a palace so wonderfully adorned that it seems worthy of belonging to the emperor.
Strana 37 - ... rises in my heart, Pierces it as with a dart. But on ancient rules lean I, Lest to wrong my thoughts should fly. Fine or coarse, if thin the dress, Cold winds always cause distress. Hard my lot, my sorrow deep, But my thoughts in check I keep. Ancient story brings to mind Sufferers who were resigned. [NOTE. —Yellow is one of the five "correct" colors of the Chinese, while green is one of the "intermediate" colors that are less esteemed.
Strana 303 - Who can tell what a baby thinks ? Who can follow the gossamer links By which the manikin feels his way Out from the shore of the great unknown, Blind, and wailing, and alone, Into the light of day...
Strana 266 - Either from a regard for this superstition, or from the mere instinctive desire to preserve the lifeless clay as long as possible, the Persians entombed their kings in the following way. The body was placed in a golden coffin, which was covered with a close-fitting lid,"* and deposited either in a massive building erected to serve at once as a tomb and a monument...
Strana 381 - Ripe, the plums fall from the bough; Only seven-tenths left there now! Ye whose hearts on me are set, Now the time is fortunate! Ripe, the plums fall from the bough; Only three-tenths left there now! Ye who wish my love to gain, Will not now apply in vain! No more plums upon the bough! All are in my basket now! Ye who me with ardor seek, Need the word but freely speak!