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一块牛排十四行诗Sonnet: O Poverty! Though From Thy Haggard Eye by William Lisle BowlesO, Poverty! though from thy haggard eye,Thy cheerless mien, of every charm bereft,Thy brow that Hope's last traces long have left,Vain Fortune's feeble sons with terror fly;I love thy solitary haunts to seek.For Pity, reckless o... |
