I dwelt alone In a world of moan, And my soul was a stagnant tide, Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride — Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride. Ah, less — less bright The stars of the night Than the eyes... Tales of Mystery, Imagination and Humour ... - 第 241 頁 Edgar Allan Poe 著 - 1852 - 479 頁 完整檢視 -
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