 And now, from forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice — the awful voice Of the blood-avenging sprite: 'Thou guilty man! take up thy dead, And hide it from my sight...  Prose and Verse - 第 24 頁Thomas Hood 著 - 1845完整檢視 - 關於此書
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...every clot, a burning spot Was scorching in my brain1 " My head was like an ardent coal, My heart as solid ice , My wretched, wretched soul, I knew, Was at the devil's price : A dozen times I groan 'd; the dead Had never groan 'd but twice! " And now from forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's... | |
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