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(Dịch:) RECOGNIZING
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Passing, passing time through the fields of grasses
Sweet, sweet weeds filted blood of morning dews
Closing eyes turn the circle of worlds
Twisting nights in the light of truth
So drunkened in the captivity of dreams
WILLIAM THOMPSON (1712-1766)
THE HAPPY LIFE
A book, a friend, a song, a glass,
A chaste, yet laughter-loving lass,
To mortals various joys impart,
Inform the sense, and warm the heart.
Thrice happy they, who careless laid
Beneath a kind-embowering shade,
With rosy wreaths their temples crown,
In rosy wine their sorrow drown.
Begone, ambition, riches, toys,
And splendid cares, and guilty joys--
Give me a book, a friend, a glass,
And a chaste, laughter-loving lass.
