ף
ǹŴǵķ
Ȼأҷĺi
ƣͣ뵡
طĸ
Ưھκ
ӵ㷢ŵ
ˮһع
صϣҫ
ԼĹ
Ĵ
Ҽһ
Ե
ʥ֮
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
to his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have broght me home
To glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo! in yon brilliant window niche
How statuelike I see thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy Land!
- posted on 03/26/2004
͵˲ǣThe folded scroll within thy handΪɶ룿 ˵A PsycheеAҲǸ̾ʡ
wrote:
ף
ǹŴǵķ
Ȼأҷĺi
ƣͣ뵡
طĸ
Ưھκ
ӵ㷢ŵ
ˮһع
صϣҫ
ԼĹ
Ĵ
Ҽһ
Ե
ʥ֮
- Re: 致海伦 (爱伦・ 坡)posted on 03/26/2004
passerby wrote:
͵˲ǣThe folded scroll within thy handΪɶ룿 ˵A PsycheеAҲǸ̾ʡ
The folded scroll within thy hand ûԭп䡣
a psyche Ah ̾ʣ
ָ㡣 - Re: 致海伦 (爱伦・ 坡)posted on 03/26/2004
psyche ϣĻǸŮָ顢
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