Sixty Years of the Life of Jeremy Levis, 第 1 卷

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G. & C. & H. Carvill, 1831
 

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第 332 頁 - I communed with mine own heart, saying, Lo, I am come to great estate, and have gotten more wisdom than all they that have been before me in Jerusalem : yea, my heart had great experience of wisdom and knowledge. And I gave my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly : I perceived that this also is vexation of spirit. For in much wisdom is much grief : and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
第 283 頁 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
第 213 頁 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The Souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,...
第 343 頁 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise...
第 295 頁 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting ; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty ; Then come kiss me, sweet...
第 173 頁 - To bid me not to love, Is to forbid my pulse to move, My beard to grow, my ears to prick up, Or (when I'm in a fit) to hickup.
第 117 頁 - Wel coude he fortunen the ascendent Of his images for his patient. He knew the cause of every maladie, Were it of cold, or hote, or moist, or drie...
第 332 頁 - Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity. What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun?
第 262 頁 - BALM of my cares, sweet solace of my toils, Hail, Juice benignant ! O'er the costly cups Of riot-stirring wine, unwholesome draught, Let Pride's loose sons prolong the wasteful night ; My sober evening let the tankard bless, With toast embrown'd, and fragrant nutmeg fraught, While the rich draught with oft-repeated whiffs Tobacco mild improves.

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