| Virginia Woolf - 2005 - 1028 頁
...thought. She was astonishingly beautiful. Her beauty seemed to him, if that were possible, to increase. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play, she finished. 'Well?' she said, echoing his smile dreamily, looking up from her book. 'As with your... | |
| J. B. Leishman - 2005 - 264 頁
...absence Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but, sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. (98, 11. 9-12) Since that characteristically Shakespearean hyperbole (or whatever we may decide to... | |
| Shakespeare, William - 2006 - 366 頁
...grew; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose. They were but sweet, but figures of delight Drawn after you, you pattern of all those; Yet seemed it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play. Sonnets Sonnet 99... | |
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