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 71 筆
第 373 頁
... blood ; Yet , though she cannot tell you why , She can love , and she can die . Scarce has she blood enough to make A guilty sword blush for her sake ; Yet has a heart dares hope to prove How much less strong is death than love ...
... blood ; Yet , though she cannot tell you why , She can love , and she can die . Scarce has she blood enough to make A guilty sword blush for her sake ; Yet has a heart dares hope to prove How much less strong is death than love ...
第 793 頁
... blood , Red lightning lighten'd thro ' my blood . My Dark Rosaleen ! All day long , in unrest , To and fro , do I move . The very soul within my breast Is wasted for you , love ! The heart in my bosom faints To think of you , my Queen ...
... blood , Red lightning lighten'd thro ' my blood . My Dark Rosaleen ! All day long , in unrest , To and fro , do I move . The very soul within my breast Is wasted for you , love ! The heart in my bosom faints To think of you , my Queen ...
第 957 頁
... blood are pure , The day is never darken'd That had thee here obscure . Many swarms of wild bees descended on our fields : Stately stood the wheatstalk with head bent high : Big of heart we labour'd at storing mighty yields , Wool and ...
... blood are pure , The day is never darken'd That had thee here obscure . Many swarms of wild bees descended on our fields : Stately stood the wheatstalk with head bent high : Big of heart we labour'd at storing mighty yields , Wool and ...
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