The Illustrated ByronD. Appleton & Company, 1855 - 660 頁 |
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第 1 到 3 筆結果，共 82 筆
第 26 頁
... hate me - if thou wilt . " XV . She wrongs his thoughts , they more himself up- braid Than her , though undesign'd ... hate , in good or ill , The worst of crimes had left her woman still ! XVII . This Conrad mark'd , and felt - ah ...
... hate me - if thou wilt . " XV . She wrongs his thoughts , they more himself up- braid Than her , though undesign'd ... hate , in good or ill , The worst of crimes had left her woman still ! XVII . This Conrad mark'd , and felt - ah ...
第 64 頁
... hate . It is as if the dead could feel The icy worm around them steal , And shudder , as the reptiles creep To revel o'er their rotting sleep , Without the power to scare away The cold consumers of their clay ! It is as if the desert ...
... hate . It is as if the dead could feel The icy worm around them steal , And shudder , as the reptiles creep To revel o'er their rotting sleep , Without the power to scare away The cold consumers of their clay ! It is as if the desert ...
第 321 頁
... hate to keep them warm , Instead of love , the mere hallucination ? Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure ; Men love in haste , but they detest at leisure . VII . Rough Johnson , the great moralist , profess'd , Right honestly ...
... hate to keep them warm , Instead of love , the mere hallucination ? Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure ; Men love in haste , but they detest at leisure . VII . Rough Johnson , the great moralist , profess'd , Right honestly ...
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