 Far be the guilt of homeshed blood from all On whom, unsought, embroiling dangers fall ! Still the pale dead revives, and lives to me, To me ! through Pity's eye condemn'd to see.  The Works of the English Poets: Savage - 第 86 頁Samuel Johnson 著 - 1779完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | Robert Chambers - 1879 - 428 頁
...his rage, but swells his fate ; Grieved I forgive, and am grown cool too late. Young and unthpughtful then ; who knows, one day, What ripening virtues might have made their way 1 He might have lived till folly died in shame, Till kindling wisdom felt a thirst for fame; He might... | |
 | George Gilfillan - 1881 - 368 頁
...me! through Pity's eye condemned to see. Remembrance veils his rage, but swells his fate ; Grieved I forgive, and am grown cool too late. Young, and...What ripening virtues might have made their way•? He might have lived till folly died in shame, Till kindling wisdom felt a thirst for fame. He might... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1881 - 842 頁
...rage, but swells his fute ; Grieved I forgive, ami am grown cool too late. Young and nntltoughtful then ; who knows, one day, What ripening virtues might have made their way 1 He might have lived till folly died in shame, Till kindling wisdom felt a thirst for fame. He might... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - 704 頁
...me ! through Pity's eyes condemned to see. Remembrance veils his rage, but swells his fate : Grieved I forgive, and am grown cool too late. Young and unthoughtful...day, What ripening virtues might have made their way ! He might have lived till folly died in shame, Till kindling wisdom felt athirst for fame. He might... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1902 - 860 頁
...me ! through Pity's eye condemned to see. Remembrance veils his rage, but swells his fate : Grieved I forgive, and am grown cool too late. Young and unthoughtful...day, What ripening virtues might have made their way ! He might have lived till folly died in shame, Till kindling wisdom felt a thirst for fame. He might... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1903 - 542 頁
...me I through Pity's eyes condemned to see. Remembrance veils his rage, but swells his fate : Grieved I forgive, and am grown cool too late. Young and unthoughtful...day, What ripening virtues might have made their way I He might have lived till folly died in shame, Till kindling wisdom felt athirst for fame. He might... | |
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