The Beauties of the British PoetsC. Wells, 1834 - 393 頁 |
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第 1 到 3 筆結果,共 77 筆
第 51 頁
... thee : friend hast thou none ; For thy own bowels , which do call thee sire , The mere effusion of thy proper loins , Do curse the gout , serpigo , and the rheum , ; For ending thee no sooner ; thou hast nor youth nor age ; But , as it ...
... thee : friend hast thou none ; For thy own bowels , which do call thee sire , The mere effusion of thy proper loins , Do curse the gout , serpigo , and the rheum , ; For ending thee no sooner ; thou hast nor youth nor age ; But , as it ...
第 67 頁
... thee , Paradise ? thus leave Thee , native soil ! these happy walks and shades , Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend , Quiet though sad , the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both . O Flowers , That never will in ...
... thee , Paradise ? thus leave Thee , native soil ! these happy walks and shades , Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend , Quiet though sad , the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both . O Flowers , That never will in ...
第 204 頁
... Thee we reject , unable to abide Thy purity , till pure as thou art pure , Made such by thee , we love thee for that cause , For which we shunned and hated thee before . Then we are free : then liberty , like day , Breaks on the soul ...
... Thee we reject , unable to abide Thy purity , till pure as thou art pure , Made such by thee , we love thee for that cause , For which we shunned and hated thee before . Then we are free : then liberty , like day , Breaks on the soul ...
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From the Prologue to the Canterbury Tales | 27 |
Description of the Kings of Thrace and India | 35 |
SHAKSPEARE | 47 |
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