And one is of an old half-witted sheep Which bleats articulate monotony, (James Kenneth Stephen (1859-1892), British poet. Two voices are there: one is of the deep (l. 5-6). . . New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press.)

Quite unacquainted with the ABC Than write such hopeless rubbish as thy worst. (James Kenneth Stephen (1859-1892), British poet. Two voices are there: one is of the deep (l. 13-14). . . New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press.)

Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, (James Kenneth Stephen (1859-1892), British poet. Two voices are there: one is of the deep (l. 1-2). . . New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press.)

将没有一个赛季,摆脱我们吗from the curse Of a prose which knows no reason And an unmelodious verse: (James Kenneth Stephen (1859-1892), British poet. To R. K. (l. 1-4). . . New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press.)

And, Wordsworth, both are thine: at certain times Forth from the heart of thy melodious rhymes. (James Kenneth Stephen (1859-1892), British poet. Two voices are there: one is of the deep (l. 9-10). . . New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press.)

Birthdays? yes, in a general way; For the most if not for the best of men: You were born (I suppose) on a certain day: So was I: or perhaps in the night: what then? (James Kenneth Stephen (1859-1892), British poet. Sincere Flattery of R. B. (l. 1-4). . . New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press.)