Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 頁 |
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第 123 頁
... feel , Wrung with the wounds which kill not , but ne'er heal ; Yet Time , who changes all , had alter'd him In soul and aspect as in age : years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb : And life's enchanted cup but sparkles ...
... feel , Wrung with the wounds which kill not , but ne'er heal ; Yet Time , who changes all , had alter'd him In soul and aspect as in age : years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb : And life's enchanted cup but sparkles ...
第 139 頁
... feel , not so To wear it ever on thy lip and brow , And spurn the instruments thou wert to use Till they were turn'd unto thine overthrow : ' Tis but a worthless world to win or lose ; So hath it proved to thee , and all such lot who ...
... feel , not so To wear it ever on thy lip and brow , And spurn the instruments thou wert to use Till they were turn'd unto thine overthrow : ' Tis but a worthless world to win or lose ; So hath it proved to thee , and all such lot who ...
第 266 頁
... feel myself exalted - can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In dreaming such inhabit many a spot ? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot . CLXXVIII . There is a pleasure in the pathless woods , There is a rapture on ...
... feel myself exalted - can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In dreaming such inhabit many a spot ? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot . CLXXVIII . There is a pleasure in the pathless woods , There is a rapture on ...
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