The Oxford Book of English ProseArthur Quiller-Couch Clarendon Press, 1957 - 1166 頁 |
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第 37 頁
... hill then took I heed ; A voice I heard ( and near I yede ) In great dolour complaining tho : See , dear soul , how my sides bleed Quia amore langueo . Upon this hill I found a tree , Under a tree a man sitting ; From head to foot ...
... hill then took I heed ; A voice I heard ( and near I yede ) In great dolour complaining tho : See , dear soul , how my sides bleed Quia amore langueo . Upon this hill I found a tree , Under a tree a man sitting ; From head to foot ...
第 917 頁
... hill ! Who , if not I , for questing here hath power ? I know the wood which hides the daffodil , I know the Fyfield tree , I know what white , what purple fritillaries The grassy harvest of the river - fields , Above by Ensham , down ...
... hill ! Who , if not I , for questing here hath power ? I know the wood which hides the daffodil , I know the Fyfield tree , I know what white , what purple fritillaries The grassy harvest of the river - fields , Above by Ensham , down ...
第 1057 頁
... hill - flowers burn With the reviving year ? When April comes , and the sea Sparkles as if it smiled , Will they ... hills The crimson fumes uncurl'd , Where the caldron mantles and spills Another dawn on the world ! Mm 1057 881 My Grief ...
... hill - flowers burn With the reviving year ? When April comes , and the sea Sparkles as if it smiled , Will they ... hills The crimson fumes uncurl'd , Where the caldron mantles and spills Another dawn on the world ! Mm 1057 881 My Grief ...
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