Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 頁 |
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第 1 到 3 筆結果,共 33 筆
第 77 頁
... souls forget to blend , Death hath but little left him to destroy ! Ah , happy years ! once more who would not be a boy ? XXIV . Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side , To gaze on Dian's wave - reflected sphere , The soul forgets ...
... souls forget to blend , Death hath but little left him to destroy ! Ah , happy years ! once more who would not be a boy ? XXIV . Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side , To gaze on Dian's wave - reflected sphere , The soul forgets ...
第 122 頁
... soul's haunted cell . VI . ' Tis to create , and in creating live VA being more intense , that we endow With form our fancy , gaining as we give The life we image , even as I do now . What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou , Soul of ...
... soul's haunted cell . VI . ' Tis to create , and in creating live VA being more intense , that we endow With form our fancy , gaining as we give The life we image , even as I do now . What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou , Soul of ...
第 169 頁
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Though in their souls , which thus each other thwarted , Love was the very root of the ... soul To make these felt and feeling , well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the fat roll Childe Harold's ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Though in their souls , which thus each other thwarted , Love was the very root of the ... soul To make these felt and feeling , well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the fat roll Childe Harold's ...
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