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第 9 頁
... Look , look how he flutters ! -He'll slip from my hold . Ah rogue ! you've forgotten both hunger and cold ! But indeed ' tis in vain ; for I sha'n't set you free , Forall your whole life you're a prisoner with me ; Well housed and well ...
... Look , look how he flutters ! -He'll slip from my hold . Ah rogue ! you've forgotten both hunger and cold ! But indeed ' tis in vain ; for I sha'n't set you free , Forall your whole life you're a prisoner with me ; Well housed and well ...
第 12 頁
... Mute on a sudden is the lark ; But , when gleams the sun again O'er the pearl - besprinkled plain , And from behind his watery veil Looks through the thin descending hail , She India . She mounts , and , lessening to the.
... Mute on a sudden is the lark ; But , when gleams the sun again O'er the pearl - besprinkled plain , And from behind his watery veil Looks through the thin descending hail , She India . She mounts , and , lessening to the.
第 81 頁
... looks this clear calm sky , With Cynthia's orb on high ! Delightful looks this smooth green ground , With shadows cast from cots around ; Quick twinkling lustre decks the tide , And cheerful radiance gently falls On that white town and ...
... looks this clear calm sky , With Cynthia's orb on high ! Delightful looks this smooth green ground , With shadows cast from cots around ; Quick twinkling lustre decks the tide , And cheerful radiance gently falls On that white town and ...
第 86 頁
... soon should be no kiss for me . A scarlet coat my father took , And sword as bright as bright could be ; And feathers , that so gaily look , All in a shining cap had he . Then The Orphan Boy . Then how my little heart did.
... soon should be no kiss for me . A scarlet coat my father took , And sword as bright as bright could be ; And feathers , that so gaily look , All in a shining cap had he . Then The Orphan Boy . Then how my little heart did.
第 107 頁
... looks red and raw ; When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring owl , Tu - whit to - whoo ; -a merry note ! While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . 107 SHAKSPEARE . THE VANITY OF GREATNESS . THE glories of our ...
... looks red and raw ; When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring owl , Tu - whit to - whoo ; -a merry note ! While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . 107 SHAKSPEARE . THE VANITY OF GREATNESS . THE glories of our ...
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第 18 頁 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
第 67 頁 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again ; The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
第 104 頁 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
第 4 頁 - O tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know.
第 55 頁 - Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
第 31 頁 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
第 144 頁 - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
第 102 頁 - What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ! Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
第 48 頁 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
第 120 頁 - Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.