Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 頁 |
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第 200 頁
... tomb , The tomb a hell , and hell itself a murkier gloom . XXXV . Ferrara ! in thy wide and grass - grown streets , Whose symmetry was not for solitude , There seems as ' twere a curse upon the seats Of former Sovereigns , and the ...
... tomb , The tomb a hell , and hell itself a murkier gloom . XXXV . Ferrara ! in thy wide and grass - grown streets , Whose symmetry was not for solitude , There seems as ' twere a curse upon the seats Of former Sovereigns , and the ...
第 230 頁
... Tomb'd in a palace ! Was she chaste and fair ? Worthy a king's - or more — a Roman's bed ? What race of chiefs and heroes did she bear ? What daughter of her beauties was the heir ? How lived - how loved - how died she ? * The tomb of ...
... Tomb'd in a palace ! Was she chaste and fair ? Worthy a king's - or more — a Roman's bed ? What race of chiefs and heroes did she bear ? What daughter of her beauties was the heir ? How lived - how loved - how died she ? * The tomb of ...
第 237 頁
... tomb a garland let it beThe forum's champion , and the people's chiefHer new - born Numa thou , with reign , alas ! too brief . CXV . Egeria ! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting - place so fair As thine ideal ...
... tomb a garland let it beThe forum's champion , and the people's chiefHer new - born Numa thou , with reign , alas ! too brief . CXV . Egeria ! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting - place so fair As thine ideal ...
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