 Fairly began — but finish'd not; And fruitless, late remorse doth trace — Like Hebrew lore a backward pace — Her irrecoverable race. Disjointed numbers; sense unknit Huge reams of folly, shreds of wit; Compose the mingled mass of it. My scalded...  The Bijou: An Annual of Literature and the Arts - 24 ページ1828全文表示 - この書籍について
 | Charles Lamb - 1903 - 466 ページ
...; And vice hath left his ugly blot ; And good resolves, a moment hot, Fairly began — but finish'd not ; And fruitless, late remorse doth trace — Like...Hebrew lore a backward pace — Her irrecoverable race. My scalded eyes no longer brook Upon this ink-blurr'd thing to look — Go, shut the leaves, and clasp... | |
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