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But words came halting forth, wanting Invention’s stay; Invention, Nature’s child, fled step-dame Study’s blows... Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite, ‘Fool,’ said my muse to me; ‘look in thy heart, and write.’
可是话又断断续续地说了出来，没有发明的余地;发明，大自然的孩子，逃避了后母书房的打击……“傻瓜，”我的诗神对我说;“看看你的心，然后写下来。”