 | 张秀国 - 2005 - 288 oldal
...perfume cried. (John Donne) (2)Smell how it tastes\ (3)Johnson's Baby Powder; The soft smell. (4)But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicked, and the fruit tree wild. (John Keats) ote ce .se. When we say a musician strikes a "bl igage... | |
 | Thomas R. Arp - 2004 - 455 oldal
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 | Various - 2006 - 448 oldal
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 | 2006 - 346 oldal
...guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows White hawthorn, and the pastoral23 eglantine24; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. 8 Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - 512 oldal
...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. V I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith...wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of... | |
 | Adam L. Gowans - 2007 - 176 oldal
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 | Philip W. Leon - 2007 - 190 oldal
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I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket... 
