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第 170 頁 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
第 359 頁 - DO ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years ? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west : But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
第 42 頁 - And forever and forever, As long as the river flows, As long as the heart has passions, As long as life has woes ; The moon and its broken reflection And its shadows shall appear, As the symbol of love in heaven, And its wavering image here.
第 227 頁 - And, when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left, Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory, images and precious thoughts, That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
第 237 頁 - For my heart was hot and restless, And my life was full of care, And the burden laid upon me Seemed greater than I could bear. But now it has fallen from me, It is buried in the sea; And only the sorrow of others Throws its shadow over me.
第 34 頁 - No parish money, or loaf, No pauper badges for me, — A son of the soil by right of toil Entitled to my fee. No alms I ask, give me my task ; Here are the arm, the leg, The strength, the sinews of a man, To work, and not to beg.
第 280 頁 - World's an ugly world. Offend Good people, how they wrangle! The manners that they never mend, The characters they mangle! They eat, and drink, and scheme, and plod, And go to church on Sunday; And many are afraid of God — And more of Mrs. Grundy.
第 237 頁 - Yet whenever I cross the river On its bridge with wooden piers, Like the odor of brine from the ocean Comes the thought of other years. And I think how many thousands Of care-encumbered men, Each bearing his burden of sorrow, Have crossed the bridge since then.