The Illustrated ByronD. Appleton & Company, 1855 - 660 頁 |
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第 1 到 3 筆結果,共 84 筆
第 26 頁
... hate , in good or ill , The worst of crimes had left her woman still ! XVII . This Conrad mark'd , and felt - ah ! could he less ?Hate of that deed — but grief for her distress ; What she has done no tears can wash away , And Heaven ...
... hate , in good or ill , The worst of crimes had left her woman still ! XVII . This Conrad mark'd , and felt - ah ! could he less ?Hate of that deed — but grief for her distress ; What she has done no tears can wash away , And Heaven ...
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 ...
第 343 頁
... hate a motive , like a lingering bottle Which with the landlord makes too long a stand , Leaving all - claretless the unmoisten'd throttle , Especially with politics on hand ; I hate it , as I hate a drove of cattle , Who whirl the dust ...
... hate a motive , like a lingering bottle Which with the landlord makes too long a stand , Leaving all - claretless the unmoisten'd throttle , Especially with politics on hand ; I hate it , as I hate a drove of cattle , Who whirl the dust ...
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