The Oxford Book of English ProseArthur Quiller-Couch Clarendon Press, 1957 - 1166 頁 |
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第 1 到 3 筆結果,共 72 筆
第 55 頁
... Land Aof Walsinghame , S ye came from the holy land Met you not with my true love By the way as you came ? How should I know your true love , That have met many a one As I came from the holy land , That have come , that have gone ? She ...
... Land Aof Walsinghame , S ye came from the holy land Met you not with my true love By the way as you came ? How should I know your true love , That have met many a one As I came from the holy land , That have come , that have gone ? She ...
第 666 頁
... land to land ; I moved my lips - the Pilot shriek'd And fell down in a fit ; The holy Hermit raised his eyes , And pray'd where he did sit . I took the oars : the Pilot's boy , Who now doth crazy go , Laugh'd loud and long , and all the ...
... land to land ; I moved my lips - the Pilot shriek'd And fell down in a fit ; The holy Hermit raised his eyes , And pray'd where he did sit . I took the oars : the Pilot's boy , Who now doth crazy go , Laugh'd loud and long , and all the ...
第 697 頁
... land which no one knows . O'er its sad gloom still comes and goes The mingled wail of friends and foes , Borne to the land which no one knows . Why shrieks for help yon wretch , who goes With millions , from a world of woes , Unto the land ...
... land which no one knows . O'er its sad gloom still comes and goes The mingled wail of friends and foes , Borne to the land which no one knows . Why shrieks for help yon wretch , who goes With millions , from a world of woes , Unto the land ...
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