The Oxford Book of English ProseArthur Quiller-Couch Clarendon Press, 1957 - 1166 頁 |
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第 69 頁
Arthur Quiller-Couch. Proud of the spoil that thou hast got Of simple hearts thorough Love's shot , By whom , unkind , thou hast them won , Think not he hath his bow forgot , Although my lute and I have done . Vengeance shall fall on thy ...
Arthur Quiller-Couch. Proud of the spoil that thou hast got Of simple hearts thorough Love's shot , By whom , unkind , thou hast them won , Think not he hath his bow forgot , Although my lute and I have done . Vengeance shall fall on thy ...
第 387 頁
... hast thou left me thus unkindly here , Thy end for ever , and my life to moan ? O thou hast left me all alone ! Thy soul and body , when death's agony Besieged around thy noble heart , Did not with more reluctance part Than I , my ...
... hast thou left me thus unkindly here , Thy end for ever , and my life to moan ? O thou hast left me all alone ! Thy soul and body , when death's agony Besieged around thy noble heart , Did not with more reluctance part Than I , my ...
第 984 頁
... Hast thou found place at the great knees and feet Of some pale Titan - woman like a lover , Such as thy vision her ... Hast thou found any likeness for thy vision ? O gardener of strange flowers , what bud , what bloom , Hast thou found ...
... Hast thou found place at the great knees and feet Of some pale Titan - woman like a lover , Such as thy vision her ... Hast thou found any likeness for thy vision ? O gardener of strange flowers , what bud , what bloom , Hast thou found ...
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