The Oxford Book of English ProseArthur Quiller-Couch Clarendon Press, 1957 - 1166 頁 |
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第 1 到 3 筆結果,共 67 筆
第 151 頁
... Arms ( TO QUEEN ELIZABETH ) IS golden locks Time hath to silver turn'd ; His lock H'S O Time too swift , O swiftness never ceasing ! His youth ' gainst time and age hath ever spurn'd , But spurn'd in vain ; youth waneth by increasing ...
... Arms ( TO QUEEN ELIZABETH ) IS golden locks Time hath to silver turn'd ; His lock H'S O Time too swift , O swiftness never ceasing ! His youth ' gainst time and age hath ever spurn'd , But spurn'd in vain ; youth waneth by increasing ...
第 175 頁
... Arms were from shoulders sent , Scalps to the teeth were rent , Down the French peasants went- Our men were hardy ! This while our noble king , His broadsword brandishing , Down the French host did ding As to o'erwhelm it ; And many a ...
... Arms were from shoulders sent , Scalps to the teeth were rent , Down the French peasants went- Our men were hardy ! This while our noble king , His broadsword brandishing , Down the French host did ding As to o'erwhelm it ; And many a ...
第 757 頁
... arms , Alone and palely loitering ? The sedge is wither'd from the lake , And no birds sing . ' O what can ail thee , knight - at - arms , So haggard and so woe - begone ? The squirrel's granary is full , And the harvest's done . ' I ...
... arms , Alone and palely loitering ? The sedge is wither'd from the lake , And no birds sing . ' O what can ail thee , knight - at - arms , So haggard and so woe - begone ? The squirrel's granary is full , And the harvest's done . ' I ...
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