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. Shakespeare, Davies, Donne, Hall, Stirling, Jonson, Corbet, Carew, Drummond - 55 ページSamuel Johnson 著 - 1810全文表示
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...Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my lore's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd, The lilj I condemned for thy hand. And buds of marjoram had...third, nor red nor white, had stolen of both, And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath; But for this theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker...