第二十九首十四行诗
@@ When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon my self and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one iTlore rich in hope,
Featured like him,like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this iTlan's art,and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
十四行诗、十九首
I207.22;I561.072;I106.2
2010-06-28(万方平台首次上网日期,不代表论文的发表时间)
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