A New Library of Poetry and SongWilliam Cullen Bryant Baker Taylor, 1900 - 1100页 |
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第78页
... arms and hands ? Love made itself into hooks and bands . Feet , whence did you come , you darling things ? From the same box as the cherubs ' wings . How did they all just come to be you ? God thought about me , and so I grew . But how ...
... arms and hands ? Love made itself into hooks and bands . Feet , whence did you come , you darling things ? From the same box as the cherubs ' wings . How did they all just come to be you ? God thought about me , and so I grew . But how ...
第89页
... arms folded My neck in a meek embrace , As the light of immortal beauty Silently covered his face ; And when the arrows of sunset Lodged in the tree - tops bright , He fell , in his saint - like beauty , Asleep by the gates of light ...
... arms folded My neck in a meek embrace , As the light of immortal beauty Silently covered his face ; And when the arrows of sunset Lodged in the tree - tops bright , He fell , in his saint - like beauty , Asleep by the gates of light ...
第98页
... arms and back of my chair ; If I try to escape , they surround me : They seem to be everywhere . They almost devour me with kisses , Their arms about me intwine , Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse - Tower on the Rhine ...
... arms and back of my chair ; If I try to escape , they surround me : They seem to be everywhere . They almost devour me with kisses , Their arms about me intwine , Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse - Tower on the Rhine ...
第101页
... ARM - CHAIR . I LOVE it , I love it ! and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm - chair ? I've treasured it long as a sainted prize , I've bedewed it with tears , I've embalmed it with sighs . ' Tis bound by a thousand ...
... ARM - CHAIR . I LOVE it , I love it ! and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm - chair ? I've treasured it long as a sainted prize , I've bedewed it with tears , I've embalmed it with sighs . ' Tis bound by a thousand ...
第113页
... arms ? And yet had this poor soul been fed With all it loved and coveted ; Had life been always fair , Would these dear dreams that ne'er depart , That thrill with bliss my inmost heart , Forever tremble there ? If still they kept their ...
... arms ? And yet had this poor soul been fed With all it loved and coveted ; Had life been always fair , Would these dear dreams that ne'er depart , That thrill with bliss my inmost heart , Forever tremble there ? If still they kept their ...
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