Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 頁 |
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第 199 頁
... seems made For those who their mortality have felt , And sought a refuge from their hopes decay_d In the deep umbrage of a green hill's shade , Which shows a distant prospect far away Of busy cities , now in vain display'd . For they ...
... seems made For those who their mortality have felt , And sought a refuge from their hopes decay_d In the deep umbrage of a green hill's shade , Which shows a distant prospect far away Of busy cities , now in vain display'd . For they ...
第 200 頁
... seem , hath its morality . If from society we learn to live , ' Tis solitude should teach us how to die ; It hath no ... seems as ' twere a curse upon the seats Of former Sovereigns , and the antique brood Of Este , which for many an age ...
... seem , hath its morality . If from society we learn to live , ' Tis solitude should teach us how to die ; It hath no ... seems as ' twere a curse upon the seats Of former Sovereigns , and the antique brood Of Este , which for many an age ...
第 238 頁
... by thebreath of heaven , seems colour'd by its skies . CXVIII . Here didst thou dwell , in this enchanted cover , Egeria ! thy all heavenly bosom beating For the far footsteps of thy mortal lover ; The 238 Childe Narold's Pilgrimage .
... by thebreath of heaven , seems colour'd by its skies . CXVIII . Here didst thou dwell , in this enchanted cover , Egeria ! thy all heavenly bosom beating For the far footsteps of thy mortal lover ; The 238 Childe Narold's Pilgrimage .
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