The World's Wit and Humor: An Encyclopedia of the Classic Wit and Humor of All Ages and Nations ..., 第 13 卷

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Lionel Strachey, Joel Chandler Harris, Andrew Lang, Brander Matthews, William Hayes Ward, Horatio Sheafe Krans
Review of Reviews Company, 1912
 

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第6页 - Think ! If, ere the next hour struck, Each of our lovers should come here to-day, Think you that we should fly or feel afraid ? " To whom the others answered, " From such luck A girl would be a fool to run away.
第158页 - AS they were thus discoursing, they perceived some thirty or forty windmills that are in that plain; and as soon as Don Quixote espied them, he said to his squire: Fortune disposes our affairs better than we ourselves could have desired: look yonder, friend Sancho Panza, where...
第29页 - Heaven!" thus would he swear. "Bed is your only work, your only duty. Bed is one's gown, one's slippers, one's armchair, Old coat; you're not afraid to spoil its beauty. Large you may have it, long, wide, brown, or fair, Down-bed or mattress, just as it may suit ye. Then take your clothes off, turn in, stretch, lie double; Be but in bed, you're quit of earthly trouble!
第209页 - Oh, here she is. Daughter, our gracious king (whose life God save these thousand years !) is on his way to be crowned at Lisbon; thither the troops are marching from all quarters, and among others that fine veteran Flanders regiment, commanded by the famous Don Lope de...
第214页 - Isab. And I thank you, sir. Capt. And yet ungratefully slay me with your eyes in return for sparing him with my sword. Isab. Oh, sir, do not mar the grace of a good deed by poor compliment, and so make me less mindful of the real thanks I owe you. Capt. Wit and modesty kiss each other, as well they may, in that lovely face. (Kneels.) Isab. Heavens ! my father ! Enter CRESPO and JUAN with swords. Cres. How is this, sir ? I am alarmed by cries of murder in my house — am told you have pursued a poor...
第160页 - ... matters of war are, of all others, most subject to continual change. Now I verily believe, and it is most certainly the fact, that the sage Freston, who stole away my chamber and books, has metamorphosed these giants into windmills, on purpose to deprive me of the glory of vanquishing them, so great is the enmity he bears me ! But his wicked arts will finally avail but little against the goodness of my sword.
第159页 - ... they were certainly windmills, and not giants. But he was so fully possessed that they were giants, that he neither heard the outcries of his squire Sancho, nor yet discerned what they were, though he was very near them, but went on crying out aloud : " Fly not, ye cowards and vile caitiffs; for it is a single knight who assaults you.
第219页 - And cropp'd his food and was content, Until he spied by accident A flute, which some oblivious gent Had left behind by accident; When, sniffing it with eager scent, He breathed through it by accident, And made the hollow instrument Emit a sound by accident.
第204页 - You have not inherited that of them, at all events. Men. Which forthwith converts itself into proper flesh and blood — ergo, if my father had been an eater of onions, for instance, he would have begotten me with a strong breath ; on which I should have said to him, "Hold, I must come of no such nastiness as that, I promise you.
第6页 - BY a clear well, within a little field Full of green grass and flowers of every hue, Sat three young girls, relating (as I knew) Their loves. And each had twined a bough to shield Her lovely face ; and the green leaves did yield The golden hair their shadow; while the two Sweet colors mingled, both blown lightly through With a soft wind for ever stirred and still'd.

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