MARGINALIA BY FRIEDRICH. This Bassecour, or Backyard, seems to be the gentleman that has charge of fattening the capons and turkeys for their High Mightinesses? MEMORIAL BY VOLTAIRE. Is it not clear that the Peace Party will infallibly carry it, in Holland,--since Bassecour, one of the most determined for War, begins to speak of Peace? Is it not clear that France shows vigor and wisdom? MARGINALIA BY FRIEDRICH. I admire the wisdom of France; but God preserve me from ever imitating it! MEMORIAL BY VOLTAIRE.英文原著 · 《History of Friedrich II of Prussia V 14》
Some of the High Church party objected that there were translations enough already; but it struck James's fancy to set them all aside by another version, which he at once said he would order. It was to be made by the most learned of both universities, then to be revised by the bishops and other Church dignitaries, then presented to the Privy Council, and finally to be passed upon by himself. There is the echo of some sharp Scotch experiences in his declaration that there were to be no marginal notes in that new version.英文原著 · 《A Study of Bible》
In the margin of the epistle to the Romans there are eighty- four such marginal readings, and the proportion will hold throughout most of the version. They were only trying to be accurate and to give every one a chance to make up his own mind where there was fair reason to question their results.英文原著 · 《A Study of Bible》
Length -- 5.75 to 6.25 inches. A fraction smaller than the English sparrow. Male and Female -- Upper parts light olive-green; well-defined slaty-gray cap, with black marginal line, below which, and forming an exaggerated eyebrow, is a line of white. A brownish band runs from base of bill through the eye. The iris is ruby-red. Underneath white, shaded with light greenish yellow on sides and on under tail and wing coverts. Range -- United States to Rockies and northward. Wnters in Central and South America.英文原著 · 《Bird Neighbors》
We could see where it poured down a narrow vertical cataract from an opening in the face of the cliff. It was sweet water. The guide drank eagerly and so did we. "That's snow water," Terry announced. "Must come from way back in the hills."
But as to being red and blue--it was greenish in tint. The guide seemed not at all surprised. He hunted about a little and showed us a quiet marginal pool where there were smears of red along the border; yes, and of blue. Terry got out his magnifying glass and squatted down to investigate.英文原著 · 《Herland》