The forward violet thus did I chide ; — Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd. The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper - 55 ページ 編集 - 1810 全文表示 -
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