Six Centuries of Great Poetry, 第 2033 卷Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine Dell Publishing Company, 1973 - 544 頁 |
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第 1 到 3 筆結果,共 56 筆
第 174 頁
... grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain ( For graves have learned that woman - head To be more than one bed ) , And he that digs it , spies A bracelet of bright hair about the bone , Will he not let us alone And think ...
... grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain ( For graves have learned that woman - head To be more than one bed ) , And he that digs it , spies A bracelet of bright hair about the bone , Will he not let us alone And think ...
第 288 頁
... grave adorned , By strangers honoured , and by strangers mourned ! What tho ' no friends in sable weeds appear , Grieve for an hour , perhaps , then mourn a year , And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances , and the public ...
... grave adorned , By strangers honoured , and by strangers mourned ! What tho ' no friends in sable weeds appear , Grieve for an hour , perhaps , then mourn a year , And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances , and the public ...
第 313 頁
... grave : Such end true lovers have . His face is fair as heav'n , When springing buds unfold ; O why to him was't giv'n , Whose heart is wintry cold ? His breast is love's all worshipped tomb , Where all love's pilgrims come . Bring me ...
... grave : Such end true lovers have . His face is fair as heav'n , When springing buds unfold ; O why to him was't giv'n , Whose heart is wintry cold ? His breast is love's all worshipped tomb , Where all love's pilgrims come . Bring me ...
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