If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp'd... The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles ... - 第 252 頁 1831 完整檢視 -
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