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 91 筆
第 142 頁
... thou after that which flies from thee , Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind ; But if thou catch thy hope , turn back to me , And play the mother's part , kiss me , be kind ; So will I pray that thou mayst have thy " Will , " If ...
... thou after that which flies from thee , Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind ; But if thou catch thy hope , turn back to me , And play the mother's part , kiss me , be kind ; So will I pray that thou mayst have thy " Will , " If ...
第 179 頁
... thou art not so , For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not , poor Death , nor yet canst thou kill me . From rest and sleep , which but thy picture be , Much pleasure , then from thee much more must flow ; And soonest our ...
... thou art not so , For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not , poor Death , nor yet canst thou kill me . From rest and sleep , which but thy picture be , Much pleasure , then from thee much more must flow ; And soonest our ...
第 443 頁
... Thou hast not lived , why shouldst thou perish , so ? Thou hadst one aim , one business , one desire : Else wert thou long since numbered with the dead- Else hadst thou spent , like other men , thy fire . The generations of thy peers ...
... Thou hast not lived , why shouldst thou perish , so ? Thou hadst one aim , one business , one desire : Else wert thou long since numbered with the dead- Else hadst thou spent , like other men , thy fire . The generations of thy peers ...
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