The Oxford Library of English Poetry, 第 1 卷John Wain Oxford University Press, 1986 - 443页 |
在该图书中搜索
共有 40 个结果,这是第 1-3 个
第73页
... breath , Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks , And death's pale flag is not advanced there . Tybalt , liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ? O ...
... breath , Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks , And death's pale flag is not advanced there . Tybalt , liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ? O ...
第74页
... to fawn upon a nurse , Too far in years to be a pupil now : What is thy sentence then but speechless death , Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath ? K. Rich . It boots thee not to be compassionate 74 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
... to fawn upon a nurse , Too far in years to be a pupil now : What is thy sentence then but speechless death , Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath ? K. Rich . It boots thee not to be compassionate 74 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
第225页
John Wain. Only if loves fire with the breath Of life be kindled , I doubt , With our last air ' twill be breath'd out , And quenched with the cold of death . That if affection be a line , Which is clos'd up in our last hour ; Oh how ...
John Wain. Only if loves fire with the breath Of life be kindled , I doubt , With our last air ' twill be breath'd out , And quenched with the cold of death . That if affection be a line , Which is clos'd up in our last hour ; Oh how ...
其他版本 - 查看全部
常见术语和短语
Alan a Dale angel arms beauty Beelzebub behold blood breast breath bright burning lake crown dark dead dear death deep delight doth dreadful earth eternal eyes face fair fame fate fear fire flames flowers fools gentle glory gold GOLDEN slumbers grace Greensleeves hand happy hast hath head heart heav'n hell honour king kiss light limbeck live look Lord loue love's lute Lycidas Lyre mighty mind Momus Nature never night Nymphes o'er pain peace pleasure poison'd praise rage reign rest Robin Hood Satan scape shade sighing sight sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep soft song soul spirits stay stood sweet taste tears tell Thammuz thee thence thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thought thyself unto Vpon W. H. Auden weep wind wings youth