Willie Atherton, 第 12 卷1862 |
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afternoon ALFRED TENNYSON Amy Millbanks Amy's Arthur Newnham asked baby beauty Brown called cheeks child church clergyman companion curate darling daugh daughter dear door Eastwood Eastwood Park Edie Edie's eyes face fancied father fear feelings felt Florence gentle ginger wine girl hand happy Hastings Hatton House hear heard heart Henry Stevens hope husband knew lady letter lips listened look Louis Peele Low Church Maggie mamma Maria Campbell marriage Mary Newnham Mary's mind misery Miss Millbanks morning mother never Newstead night once papa Parker Parsonage passed Peachum perhaps poor pretty Rectory remember Richard Finch round sister sleep smile soon speak spoke Stephen's Stevens Stoneholme sure tale talk teetotal tell Theophilus Brown thing thought told trembling truth uncle voice wife Willie Atherton Willie replied Willie's woman wonder words young
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第1页 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
第223页 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, " My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
第183页 - I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know ; I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go.
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第120页 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
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第123页 - Cursed be the social wants that sin against the strength of youth! Cursed be the social lies that warp us from the living truth! Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest Nature's rule! Cursed be the gold that gilds the straiten'd forehead of the fool!
第35页 - WEAK and irresolute is man ; The purpose of to-day, Woven with pains into his plan, To-morrow rends away.
第183页 - I ask Thee for the daily strength, To none that ask denied, And a mind to blend with outward life While keeping at Thy side ; Content to fill a little space, If Thou be glorified.