The Poetical Works of John KeatsThomas Y. Crowell & Company, 1884 - 298页 |
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第107页
... thought : O he had swoon'd Drunken from pleasure's nipple ; and his love Henceforth was dove - like . Loth was he to move From the imprinted couch , and when he did , ' Twas with slow , languid paces , and face hid In muffling hands ...
... thought : O he had swoon'd Drunken from pleasure's nipple ; and his love Henceforth was dove - like . Loth was he to move From the imprinted couch , and when he did , ' Twas with slow , languid paces , and face hid In muffling hands ...
第160页
... thought of thee , With uplift hands I blest the stars of heaven . Art thou not cruel ? Ever have I striven To think thee kind , but ah , it will not do ! When yet a child , I heard that kisses drew Favor from thee , and so I kisses gave ...
... thought of thee , With uplift hands I blest the stars of heaven . Art thou not cruel ? Ever have I striven To think thee kind , but ah , it will not do ! When yet a child , I heard that kisses drew Favor from thee , and so I kisses gave ...
第282页
... thought , whether of description or of emotion , before the poet . Or rather , Nature herself appears to speak for him : the words come by inner law ; they do not , as such , strike one either as prose or as poetry : they seem as if ...
... thought , whether of description or of emotion , before the poet . Or rather , Nature herself appears to speak for him : the words come by inner law ; they do not , as such , strike one either as prose or as poetry : they seem as if ...
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