At last one came running, and told them all was lost: that the powers of darkness had besieged the Heavenly Mansions, that Odin was to die, and evil triumph. "I have been grossly deceived," cried the virtuous person. "All is lost now," said the priest. "I wonder if it is too late to make it up with the devil?" said the virtuous person. "Oh, I hope not," said the priest. "And at any rate we can but try. But what are you doing with your axe?" says he to the rover. "I am off to die with Odin," said the rover.英文原著 · 《Fables》
In the battle of Mynydd Carn, a young chief led the shining shields of the men of Gwynedd. He was Griffith, the son of a prince of the line of Cunedda and of a sea-rover's daughter. He was mighty of limb, fair and straight to see, with the blue eyes and flaxen hair of the ruling Celt. In battle, he was full of fury and passion; in peace, he was just and wise. His people saw at first that he could fight a battle; then they found he could rule a country. And it was he that was to say to the Norman: "Thus far shalt thou come, and no further."英文原著 · 《A Short History of Wales》
Plimsoll is down on you like a hammer._ So, when she had paid my purchase-money three times over, some fellows in the city made an offer for _The Rover_--that was her name. My share came to twelve hundred, and my uncle said I was to take it. _Now I always feel bound by what he decides._ They gave me four bills, for four hundred, three hundred, three hundred, and two hundred. The four hundred was paid at maturity. _The others are not due yet._ I have only to send them to London, and I can get the money back by Thursday: but you want me to start on Tuesday."英文原著 · 《A Woman-Hater》
And at this same hour, on board the /Marie/, on the Northern Sea, which was very heavy on this particular evening, Yann and Sylvestre-- the two longed-for rovers--sang ditties to one another, and went on gaily with their fishing in the everlasting daylight.英文原著 · 《AN ICELAND FISHERMAN》
What a donkey I was. This kind gentleman who here sends me his kind compliments, he, but ten minutes ago, dark-lantern in hand, was dodging round some old grind-stone in the hold, sharpening a hatchet for me, I thought. Well, well; these long calms have a morbid effect on the mind, I've often heard, though I never believed it before. glancing toward the boat; there's Rover; a good dog; a white bone in her mouth. A pretty big bone though, seems to me.- What? Yes, she has fallen afoul of the bubbling tide-rip there. It sets her the other way, too, for the time. Patience.英文原著 · 《BENITO CERENO》