 I speak without a tongue. Nought but one thing can confound me, Many voices joining round me; Then I fret, and rave, and gabble, Like the labourers of Babel. Now I am a dog, or cow, I can bark, or I can low; I can bleat, or I can sing, Like the warblers...  The Works of the English Poets: Swift - Страница 323по Samuel Johnson - 1779Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1896 - 1224 страници
...sleeping, still awake. Pleasing most when most I speak ; The delight of old and young, Though I speak he spear, but left the shield. q. PHILIP FRENEAU — To the Memory of the Brave Americans (who fell find rave, and gabble, Like the labourers of Babel. n. SWIFT — An Echo. • And a million horrible... | |
 | KATE LOUISE ROBERTS - 1922 - 1422 страници
...sleeping, still awake, Pleasing most when most I speak; The delight of old and young, Though I speak sentiments i@V . SWIFT — An Echo. 21 I heard * * * * * * the great echo flap And buffet round the hills from bluff... | |
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