The Oxford Book of English ProseArthur Quiller-Couch Clarendon Press, 1957 - 1166 頁 |
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... hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She lean'd against the armèd man , The statue of the armed Knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay , Amid the lingering light . Few sorrows hath she of her own , My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ...
... hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She lean'd against the armèd man , The statue of the armed Knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay , Amid the lingering light . Few sorrows hath she of her own , My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ...
第 737 頁
Arthur Quiller-Couch. 630 4210 That creed I fain would keep , That hope I'll not forgo- Eternal be the sleep Unless to waken so ! 1795-1821 JOHN KEATS Song of the Indian Maid O FROM ' ENDYMION ' SORROW ! Why dost borrow The natural hue ...
Arthur Quiller-Couch. 630 4210 That creed I fain would keep , That hope I'll not forgo- Eternal be the sleep Unless to waken so ! 1795-1821 JOHN KEATS Song of the Indian Maid O FROM ' ENDYMION ' SORROW ! Why dost borrow The natural hue ...
第 911 頁
... hope . Thou waitest for the spark from Heaven ! and we , Vague half - believers of our casual creeds , Who never deeply felt , nor clearly will'd , Whose insight never has borne fruit in deeds , Whose weak resolves never have been ...
... hope . Thou waitest for the spark from Heaven ! and we , Vague half - believers of our casual creeds , Who never deeply felt , nor clearly will'd , Whose insight never has borne fruit in deeds , Whose weak resolves never have been ...
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