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第298页 - ... the name of that town is Vanity ; and at the town there is a fair kept, called Vanity Fair : it is kept all the year long ; it beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where it is kept is lighter than vanity ; and also because all that is there sold, or that cometh thither, is vanity. As is the saying of the wise,
第129页 - Give me the clear blue sky over my head, and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and a three hours' march to dinner — and then to thinking! It is hard if I cannot start some game on these lone heaths. I laugh, I run, I leap, I sing for joy.
第115页 - Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street, them that asks no questions isn't told a lie. Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by > Five and twenty ponies trotting through the dark ; Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk Laces for a lady, letters for a spy, And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
第129页 - I ask for a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
第222页 - WEST SUSSEX DRINKING SONG THEY sell good Beer at Haslemere And under Guildford Hill. At Little Cowfold as I've been told, A beggar may drink his fill : There is a good brew in Amberley too, And by the bridge also ; But the swipes they take in at Washington Inn Is the very best Beer I know.
第65页 - Now, ever alake! my master dear, I fear a deadly storm! I saw the new moon late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
第164页 - When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My work is left behind; And the great hills of the South Country Come back into my mind. The great hills of the South Country They stand along the sea; And it's there walking in the high woods That I could wish to be, And the men that were boys when I was a boy Walking along with me.
第101页 - I've ate; but any So good ne'er tasted before! — They're a fish, too, of which I'm remarkably fond. — Go — pop Sir Thomas again in the Pond — Poor dear!— HE'LL CATCH US SOME MORE!!