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第 50 頁 - Twelve months are gone and over, And nine long tedious days ; Why didst thou...
第 50 頁 - How can they say that nature Has nothing made in vain ; Why then, beneath the water, Should hideous rocks remain ? No eyes the rocks discover That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wandering lover, And leave the maid to weep.
第 58 頁 - Thou peerless knight of these woods ; Do but slay this dragon, who won't leave us a rag on, We'll give thee all our goods.
第 60 頁 - Tho' their strength it was great, their skill it was neat, They never had one wound. At length the hard earth began to quake, The dragon gave him...
第 50 頁 - TwAs when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclin'd. Wide o'er the foaming billows She cast a wistful look ; Her head was crown'd with willows, That trembled o'er the brook. Twelve months are gone and over, And nine long tedious days. Why...
第 57 頁 - OLD stories tell, how Hercules A dragon slew at Lerna, With seven heads, and fourteen eyes, To see and well discern-a : But he had a club, this dragon to drub, Or he had ne'er done it, I warrant ye : But More of More-hall, with nothing at all, He slew the dragon of Wantley.
第 98 頁 - Well, young man, and what do you think will be the end of all this ? Here I have received, by the laft mail, a quire of your draughts from abroad.
第 90 頁 - And never once call'd upon old Cole. No, no, I am worn out, thrown by and forgotten, like a tatter'd garment, as Mr. Squintum fays.