Works, 第 7 卷E. Moxon, 1871 |
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amongst apoplexy aunt BECKENHAM Becky better captain Coblenz Cockney Cologne course cried curaçoa d'ye think dance deaf dear Gerard Doctor door double Dutch Eau de Cologne English eyes face fancy feel foreign FRANK SOMERVILLE GERARD BROOKE German give gold Golden Leg gone Grundy hand head hear heard heart Hock wine horse human hypochondriac John Bowker Krauss lady live London look Lord Lurley maid Markham Martha matter mayhap mind Miss Kilmansegg morning Moselle never night Nimeguen once Otto of Roses Peter poor George Priest Prussian red-face Rhine RICHARD ORCHARD river Rotterdam round Sambo seemed sight sleep sort sound suppose sure there's thing thought tongue took town travellers Truby turn Twas uncle uncle's walk whilst wine wish witch woman word yellow young yure Zounds
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第 261 頁 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
第 291 頁 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
第 292 頁 - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
第 292 頁 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
第 292 頁 - With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
第 299 頁 - What d'ye think of that, my cat ? What d'ye think of that, my dog ? The mother brought a pretty Poll, A monkey, too, what work he made ! The sister introduced a beau.
第 331 頁 - Have laid their eggs ? Why from a comfortable pillow start To see faint flushes in the east awaken ? A fig, say I, for any streaky part, Excepting bacon. An early riser Mr. Gray has drawn, Who used to haste the dewy grass among, " To meet the sun upon the upland lawn
第 292 頁 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
第 330 頁 - For my part getting up seems not so easy By half as lying. What if the lark does carol in the sky, Soaring beyond the sight to find him out — Wherefore am I to rise at such a fly ? I'm not a trout.
第 299 頁 - What d'ye think of that, my Cat ? What d'ye think of that, my Dog ? My clothes they were the queerest shape ! Such coats and hats she never met ! My ways they were the oddest ways ! My...