Penny readings in prose and verse, selected and ed. by J.E. Carpenter, 第 6 卷1867 |
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Adams arms ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH beneath bless blood Blutwurst born brow Brown called cheek child church Covent Garden cried dark dear death deep dost dream duchy of Normandy Duke Eugenius Eurydice eyes fair Farewell father fire flowers Fred gaze hand hath head hear heart heaven heigh-ho Henry Fielding honour horse hour JOHN GAY JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY lady light lips little vulgar live look LORD AVONDALE Magyar MARTYR OF ANTIOCH morning mother never night o'er once passed Penny Readings pleasant poet rose round seemed Sir Eppo Sir Rupert smile song soul sound stood sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought took Trulliber Trunnion turned Twas Tyke voice vulgar boy walked wife wind words wretch Yorick young youth
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第137页 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble ; Honour but an empty bubble...
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第41页 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground I Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
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