The Oxford Library of English Poetry, 第 1 卷John Wain Oxford University Press, 1986 - 443页 |
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第150页
John Wain. Arv . With fairest flowers While summer lasts and I live here , Fidele , I'll sweeten thy sad grave ; thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face , pale primrose , nor The azur'd hare - bell , like thy veins , no , nor ...
John Wain. Arv . With fairest flowers While summer lasts and I live here , Fidele , I'll sweeten thy sad grave ; thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face , pale primrose , nor The azur'd hare - bell , like thy veins , no , nor ...
第153页
... flowers of winter . Per . Sir , the year growing ancient , Not yet on summer's death , nor on the birth Of trembling winter , the fairest flowers o ' the season Are our carnations , and streak'd gillyvors , Which some call nature's ...
... flowers of winter . Per . Sir , the year growing ancient , Not yet on summer's death , nor on the birth Of trembling winter , the fairest flowers o ' the season Are our carnations , and streak'd gillyvors , Which some call nature's ...
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... Flowers SEE with what simplicity This nymph begins her golden days ! In the green grass she loves to lie , And there with her fair aspect tames The wilder flowers , and gives them names : But only with the roses plays ; And them does ...
... Flowers SEE with what simplicity This nymph begins her golden days ! In the green grass she loves to lie , And there with her fair aspect tames The wilder flowers , and gives them names : But only with the roses plays ; And them does ...
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