75 lines
1.9 KiB
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75 lines
1.9 KiB
Plaintext
#let poem(content) = {
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set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
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align(center, block[
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#set align(left)
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#set block(breakable: false)
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#content
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])
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}
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#poem[
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#block[
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All in the golden afternoon \
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#h(1em)Full leisurely we glide; \
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For both our oars, with little skill, \
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#h(1em)By little arms are plied, \
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While little hands make vain pretence \
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#h(1em)Our wanderings to guide.
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]
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#block[
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Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour, \
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#h(1em)Beneath such dreamy weather, \
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To beg a tale of breath too weak \
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#h(1em)To stir the tiniest feather! \
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Yet what can one poor voice avail \
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#h(1em)Against three tongues together?
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]
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#block[
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Imperious Prima flashes forth \
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#h(1em)Her edict “to begin it”— \
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In gentler tones Secunda hopes \
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#h(1em)“There will be nonsense in it!”— \
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While Tertia interrupts the tale \
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#h(1em)Not more than once a minute.
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]
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#block[
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Anon, to sudden silence won, \
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#h(1em)In fancy they pursue \
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The dream-child moving through a land \
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#h(1em)Of wonders wild and new, \
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In friendly chat with bird or beast— \
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#h(1em)And half believe it true.
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]
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#block[
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And ever, as the story drained \
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#h(1em)The wells of fancy dry, \
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And faintly strove that weary one \
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#h(1em)To put the subject by, \
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“The rest next time—” “It is next time!” \
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#h(1em)The happy voices cry.
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]
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#block[
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Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: \
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#h(1em)Thus slowly, one by one, \
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Its quaint events were hammered out— \
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#h(1em)And now the tale is done, \
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And home we steer, a merry crew, \
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#h(1em)Beneath the setting sun.
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]
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#block[
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Y/n! A childish story take, \
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#h(1em)And, with a gentle hand, \
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Lay it where Childhood’s dreams are twined \
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#h(1em)In Memory’s mystic band, \
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Like pilgrim’s wither’d wreath of flowers \
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#h(1em)Pluck’d in a far-off land.
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]
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]
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