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Canto IV
But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppressed, |
[1-10] |
And secret passions laboured in her breast. | |
Not youthful kings in battle seized alive, | |
Not scornful virgins who their charms survive, | |
Not ardent lovers robbed of all their bliss, | 5 |
Not ancient ladies when refused a kiss, | |
Not tyrants fierce that unrepenting die, | |
Not Cynthia when her Manteau's pinned awry, | |
E'er felt such rage, resentment, and despair, | |
As thou, sad virgin! for thy ravished hair. |
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For, that sad moment, when the Sylphs withdrew, |
[11-16] |
And Ariel weeping from Belinda flew, | |
Umbriel, a dusky, melancholy sprite, | |
As ever sullied the fair face of light, | |
Down to the central earth, his proper scene, | 15 |
Repaired to search the gloomy Cave of Spleen. | |
Swift on his sooty pinions flits the Gnome, |
[17-24] |
And in a vapour reached the dismal dome. | |
No cheerful breeze this sullen region knows, | |
The dreaded east is all the wind that blows | 20 |
Here in a grotto, sheltered close from air, | |
And screened in shades from day's detested glare, | |
She sighs for ever on her pensive bed, | |
Pain at her side, and Megrim at her head. |
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Two handmaids wait the throne: alike in place, |
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But differing far in figure and in face. | |
Here stood Ill-nature like an ancient maid, | |
Her wrinkled form in black and white arrayed; | (28-30) |
With store of prayers, for mornings, nights, and noons, | |
Her hand is filled; her bosom with lampoons. |
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There Affectation with a sickly mien, |
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Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen, | |
Practised to lisp, and hang the head aside, | |
Faints into airs, and languishes with pride; | |
On the rich quilt sinks with becoming woe, | 35 (35-36) |
Wrapt in a gown, for sickness, and for show. | |
The fair ones feel such maladies as these, | |
A constant vapor o'er the palace flies, |
[39-46] |
Strange phantoms rising as the mists arise; |
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Dreadful, as hermit's dreams in hunted shades, | |
Or bright, as visions of expiring maids. | |
Now glaring fiends, and snakes on rolling spires, | (43-44) |
Pale spectres, gaping tombs, and purple fires: | |
Now lakes of liquid gold, Elysian scenes, | 45 (45-46) |
And crystal domes, and angels in machines. |
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Unnumbered throngs, on every side are seen, |
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Of bodies changed to various forms by Spleen. | |
Here living teapots stand, one arm held out, | (49-50) |
One bent; the handle this, and that the spout: | 50 |
A pipkin there like Homer's tripod walks; | |
Here sighs a jar, and there a goose-pie talks; | |
Men prove with child, as powerful fancy works, | |
Safe past the Gnome through this fantastic band, |
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A branch of healing spleenwort in his hand. |
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Then thus addrest the Power: "Hail wayward Queen! | |
Who rule the sex to fifty from fifteen: | |
Parent of vapors and of female wit, | |
Who give the hysteric or poetic fit, | 60 |
On various tempers act by various ways, | |
Make some take physic, others scribble plays; | |
Who cause the proud their visits to delay, | |
And send the godly in a pet, to pray. | |
A nymph there is, that all thy power disdains, | 65 |
And thousands more in equal mirth maintains. | |
But oh! if e'er thy Gnome could spoil a grace, | |
Or raise a pimple on a beauteous face, | |
Like citron-waters matron's cheeks inflame, | |
Or change complexions at a losing game; | 70 |
If e'er with airy horns I planted heads, | |
Or rumpled petticoats, or tumbled beds, | |
Or caused suspicion when no soul was rude, | |
Or discomposed the headdress of a prude, | |
Or e'er to costive lapdog gave disease, | 75 |
Which not the tears of brightest eyes could ease: | |
Hear me, and touch Belinda with chagrin; | |
That single act gives half the world the spleen." |
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The Goddess with a discontented air |
[79-88] |
Seems to reject him, though she grants his prayer. | 80 |
A wondrous bag with both her hands she binds, | (81-82) |
Like that where once Ulysses held the winds; | |
There she collects the force of female lungs, | |
Sighs, sobs, and passions, and the war of tongues. | |
A vial next she fills with fainting fears, | 85 (85-86) |
Soft sorrows, melting griefs, and flowing tears. | |
The Gnome rejoycing bears her gift away, | |
Spreads his black wings, and slowly mounts to day. |
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Sunk in Thalestris' arms the nymph he found, |
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Her eyes dejected, and her hair unbound. | 90 |
Full o'er their heads the swelling bag he rent, |
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And all the furies issu'd at the vent. | |
Belinda burns with more than mortal ire, | |
And fierce Thalestris fans the rising fire. | |
"O wretched maid!" she spread her hands, and cryed, | 95 [95-120] |
(While Hampton's echoes, "Wretched maid!" replied), | |
"Was it for this you took such constant care | |
The Bodkin, comb and essence to prepare? | |
For this your locks in paper durance bound, | (99-100) |
For this with torturing irons wreathed around! | 100 |
For this with fillets strained your tender head, |
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And bravely bore the double loads of lead? | |
Gods! shall the ravisher display your hair, | |
While the fops envy, and the ladies stare! | |
Honour forbid! at whose unrivaled shrine | 105 |
Ease, pleasure, virtue, all, our sex resign. | |
Methinks already I your tears survey, | |
Already hear the horrid things they say, | |
Already see you a degraded toast, | |
And all your honour in a whisper lost! | 110 |
How shall I, then, your hapless fame defend? | |
'Twill then be infamy to seem your friend! | |
And shall this prize, the inestimable prize, | |
Exposed through crystal to the gazing eyes, | |
And heightened by the diamond's circling rays, | 115 |
On that rapacious hand for ever blaze? | |
Sooner shall grass in Hyde Park Circus grow, | |
And wits take lodgings in the sound of Bow; |
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Sooner let earth, air, sea, to chaos fall, | |
Men, Monkeys, lapdogs, parrots, perish all!" |
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She said; then raging to Sir Plume repairs, |
[121-140] |
And bids her beau demand the precious Hairs: | |
(Sir Plume, of amber snuffbox justly vain, | |
And the nice conduct of a clouded cane) | |
With earnest eyes and round unthinking face, | 125 |
He first the snuffbox opened, then the Case, | |
And thus broke out--"My Lord, why, what the devil! |
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"Z----ds! damn the lock! 'fore Gad, you must be civil! | |
"Plague on't! 'tis past a jest--nay, prithee, pox! | |
Give her the Hair"--he spoke, and rapped his box. |
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"It grieves me much," replied the Peer again, |
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"Who speaks so well should ever speak in vain. | |
But by this Lock, this sacred Lock I swear, | |
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never more shall join its parted hair; |
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Which never more its honors shall renew, | 135 |
Clipped from the lovely head where late it grew), | |
That while my nostrils draw the vital air, | |
This hand, which won it, shall for ever wear." | |
He spoke, and speaking, in proud triumph spread | |
The long-contended honors of her head. |
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But Umbriel, hateful Gnome, forbears not so; | [141-146] |
He breaks the vial whence the sorrows flow. | |
Then see! the nymph in beauteous grief appears, | |
Her eyes half-languishing, half drowned in tears; | |
On her heaved bosom hung her drooping head, | 145 |
Which with a sigh she raised, and thus she said: |
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"Forever cursed be this detested day, |
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Which snatched my best, my faverite curl away! | |
Happy! ah, ten times happy had I been, | |
If Hampton Court these eyes had never seen! | 150 |
Yet am not I the first mistaken maid, | |
By love of courts to numerous ills betrayed. | |
Oh had I rather unadmired remained | |
In some lone isle, or distant northern land; | |
Where the gilt chariot never marked the way, | 155 |
Where none learn ombre, none e'er taste Bohea! | |
There kept my charms concealed from the mortal eye, | |
Like roses that in desarts bloom and die. | |
What moved my mind with youthful lords to rome? | |
Oh, had I stayed, and said my prayers at home! | 160 |
'Twas this the morning omens seemed to tell, | |
Thrice from my trembling hand the patch box fell; | |
The tottering china shook without a wind, | |
Nay, Poll sate mute, and Shock was most unkind! | |
A Sylph too warned me of the threats of fate, | 165 |
In mystic visions, now believed too late! |
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See the poor remnants of these slighted hairs! | |
My hands shall rend what even thy rapine spares. | |
These, in two sable ringlets taught to break, | |
Once gave new beauties to the snowy neck. | 170 |
The sister lock now sits uncouth, alone, | |
And in its fellow's fate foresees its own; | |
Uncurled it hangs, the fatal shears demands; | |
And tempts once more thy sacrilegious hands. | |
Oh hadst thou, cruel! been content to seize | 175 |
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[²Ä1-10¸`¤j·N]:Belinda¨q¾v³Q°Å«á·P¨ì¤Q¤À¼««ã©M¥¢±æ¡C²Ä¤T¦æ¨ì²Ä¤Q¦æ¬°¤@¥y¡A¨ä¥Dµü¬°²Ä¤T¦æ¨ì²Ä¤K¦æ¥H"not"¬°ºªº¤»Ó¤ù»y¡A°Êµü¬°²Ä¤E¦æªº"felt"¡C[back] | ||
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the pensive nymph | W¤ßµJ¼{ªºBelinda¡C[back] |
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scornful virgins who their charms survive | ´²¤å¥yªk¬°scornful virgins who survive their charms¥i®¢ªº³B¤k¦b¥¢¥h¤F¬ü¦â©M´A¤O(Chams)¤§«á¨ÌµM¬¡µÛ¡C[back] |
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unrepenting die | ¦º®É¨S¦³Äb®¬¡C[back] |
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Cynthia | ¤@¬üÄR¤Ö¤k¦W¡CCynthia¬°¤ë¯«¤§¦W¡A¤SºÙArtemis©ÎDiana¡C |
Manteau | ¤@ºØ¤Q¤K¥@¬ö^°ê¥K¤k±`¬ïªºÃP¼e¥~¦ç¡C[back] | |
[²Ä11-16¸`¤j·N]:Ariel©M¨ä¥LSylphs¦b³o´d±¤§»Ú³£Â÷Belinda¦Ó¥h¡C¦ÓUmbriel ¬°¤@¼~Æ{ªººëÆF¡A¨e¨ì¦a¤ß¥h·j¬dCave of Spleen¡]¼««ãªºÅÉ¥Þ¡^¡C³o»P¥v¸Ö¤¤ Odysseus©MAeneas¦aº»¤§¹Cªº¬G¨Æ¬Û§Ï©»¡C¡C[back] | ||
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dusky | ¶Â·tªº¡A±~ºGªº¡C[back] |
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sullied | ¬¿¦Ã¡C[back] |
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Cave of Spleen | Cave of ill humor¼««ã©Î¼~Æ{¤§ÅÉ¥Þ¡C[back] |
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grotto | ÅÉ¥Þ¡C[back] |
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She | Queen of Spleen¥q¼««ã©M¼~Æ{¤§¦Z¡C[back] |
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Megrim | ÀYµh¡C[back] |
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a silky mien | ±±a¯f®e¡C[back] |
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Practiced to lisp | ¬G§@¤p«Ä¤f¾¦¤£²Mª¬¡C |
hang the head aside | ÀY¬n¦V¤@Ãä¡A¬°ÁB´|³y§@ªº°Ê§@¡C[back] | |
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vapor | §Yµo«ã¡A¼~Æ{¡C¡]¬°®É»ì¤h¤kÌ©Ò±`¨£ªº¤ò¯f¡^¡C[back] |
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glaring fiends | «ã¥Ø¦Óµøªº´cÅ]¡C | |
snakes on rolling spiresv | ãe¦±ªº³D¸s¡C | |
pale specters, gaping tombs, and purple fires | «ÕÆF¡Aµõ¼X¡Aµµ¤õ¡C[back] | |
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Here living teapots stand, one arm held out, One bent | ¬°¤ý±C½|µóªº«ººA¡A¤@¤â¦ù¥X¡A¤@¤âÅs¦±¹³³ý§â¡C[back] | |
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a goose pie talks | ·|»¡¸Ü¤§ÃZ»æ¡CÃZ¬O·MÄøªº¤[¼x¡A§Y½M§èJC[back] |
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Men prove with child | ¨k¤H·|Ãh¥¥¡C[back] |
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maids, turned bottles, call aloud for corks | ¤k¤H¹³¤@Ó½˪º²~¤l¡]«ü¦n»¡¸Ü¡^¶·n¶ë¦í¡C©Î¦³sexual image¡G«ü¤k¤H»Ýn¨k¤H¡C[back] |
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spleenwort | ªvÀøµoµÊ®ðªº¯óÃÄ¡CAeneas±a¤F¤@ªKª÷ªK¹C¦aº»¡CCelsus¥ç±a¤@¾ðªK¹C·¥¼Ö¶é¡C[back] |
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wayward Queen! | è´p¡A¥ô©Êªº¤k¤ý¡I[back] |
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hysteric or poetic fit | ·²´µ©³¨½©Î¸Ö¤HªºÆF·P¡C±Ó·P©M¼~Æ{¤GªÌ³Qµø¬°³Ð§@©Ò¤£¥i¯Ê¤Öªº±ø¥ó¡C[back] |
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the godly | °@¸Ûªº±Ð®{¡C |
in a pet | ¤£°ª¿³¡B¾xñD§á¡C[back] | |
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¥»¦æªº´²¤å¥yªk¬°¡GLike citron-water inflame matrons' cheeks. | |
citron-water | ¬°¥ÕÄõ¦a°s¥[¾ï¤l©ÎÂfÂc¥Ö¡A¶¼«á¨Ï±¤Õµo¬õ¡C[back] | |
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with airy horns I planted heads | horns¬Ocuckoldªº¶H¼x¡]À¹ºñ´U¡^¡Aairy horns¡]¤V¤ÒÌ¡^J¶Ã²qºÃ¡A¥H¬°©d¤l»P§O¤H¦³¬V¡C |
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discomposed | §Ë¶Ã¡C |
headdress | ¾v«¬¡C[back] | |
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costive | «K¯µ®É¡C[back] |
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fainting fears, melting griefs, and flowing fears | ¡]Pope³ßÅw¥Î¤@³s¦êªº²{¦b¤Àµü·í§Î®eµü¥Î¡^¥O¤H©ü°gªºÄß©È¡A¥O¤H·P°Êªº´d«s¡A©Mº¡·¸ªº²\¤ô¡C[back] | |
[²Ä89-94¸`¤j·N]:Umbriel¦^¨ì¶§¶¡¡A¨£Belinda¥¿¦bThalestrisÃh¤¤¡AUmbriel§â Spleenªº³U¤l¤G¤HªºÀY³»¤W¥´¶}¡A³U¤¤ªº«ã¤õ½Ä¥X¡A©ó¬OBelinda¤jµo¹p¾^¡C Thalestris §ó¬O¤õ¤W¥[ªo¡C[back] | ||
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Thalestris | 쬰¨È°¨»¹(Amazons)¤k¤ýªº¦W¦r¡A¦o¨ÅéºÓ§§¡Avv¦³¨k¤l®ð·§¡C[back] |
[²Ä95-120¸`¤j·N]:Thalestris¤jÁn¬°Belinda¤§¨q¾v¾D§T¦Ó»ï¤£¥¡A¨M¤ßn¬°¥¢¥hªººaÅA¦Óª§¡C[back] | ||
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Hampton's echoes | ¦bHampton court¥i¥HÅ¥¨ìThalestrisªº¦^Án¡A´y¼g¤k¤H¦y¥sÁn¤§ÅT«G¡C[back] |
Paper durance bound¡KTorturing irons wreathed around | ¦¹³B«ü¨q¾v©Ò¨ü¤§§é¿i¡Cãe¯È»P¿N¬õªºÅK±ø±`³Q¥Î¨Ó¿SÀY¾v¡C[back] | |
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fillets | hair bad¡C¦bepic¤¤¤k±Ð¤h¥Î¨Ó§ô¾vªº¯Uªø±a¤l¡C[back] |
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double loads of lead | ¥[¿«ªº¹]±ø¬[¤l¦b¤W±¥i®Þ½ÆÂøªº¾v«¬¡C [back] |
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ravisher | «üSir Petre the Baron¡C[back] |
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fops | ÐK¦Í¦j¤l§Ì¡C[back] |
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unrivaled | µL¤ñªº¡AµLÂùªº¡]«üHonorªº¦Ü°ªµL¤ñ¡^¡C [back] |
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toast | ³Ü°sªº¹ï¶H¡C¦b¦¹§Y«ü¦W¤k¤H¡A¦]¬°·í®É¦W¤k¤Hªº°·±d±`¬°³Ü°s®É¯¬ºÖªº¹ï¶H¡C[back] |
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infamy | ´c¦W¡C[back] |
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rapacious | ³g°ýªº¡C[back] |
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Hyde Park Circus | ®ü¼w¤½¶éªºÁÉ°¨³õ¡C¦b´_¹@®É´Á¥Dn¤á¥~¹B°Ê§Y¦b¸t¸â©i¤h¤½¶éªºªL½®¤j¹D(mall)´²¨B¡A¤Î¦b®ü¼w¤½¶éÁÉ°¨³õ¾r¨®°Â·¡C¸ÓÁÉ°¨³õ¦b¤µ¤éSerpentineªFºÝ¡A¦]¦a°ª¡A¥iÁµø¥|¤è´º¦â¡C®ü¼w¤½¶éªºÁÉ°¨³õ¦Ç¹Ð«Ü¤j¡CºÞ²z¤H´¿³]ªk¥H¤ô¨®´î§C¦Ç¹Ð¡C¦¹³B«ü®ü¼w¤½¶é¨S¦³¯ó¡C[back] |
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sound of Bow | §Y¦bBowchurchÄÁÁn¥i¤Î³B¡C[back] |
[²Ä121-140¸`¤j·N]:Thalestris¥sSir Plume¦V¨kÀï°Q¦^¨q¾v¡ASir Plume¥Õ¶O¤f¦Þ¡A®{³ÒµL¥\¡C¨kÀï©Úµ´ÂkÁÙ¨q¾v¡C[back] | ||
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clouded cane | ¦Ç¶Â¦âªº¤âÉé¡C·í®ÉÐK¦Í¦j¤l§Ì³£³ßÅwÄâ«ù¤âÉé¡A³oùؤ]¥i¯à«ü¤âÉé¤W¦³¦ü¶³ªºªá¯¾¡C [back] |
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Z-ds | §YZoundsªí¥Ü¼««ã¡A½|¤Hªº¸Ü¡A¦p¯b¥Í¡I [back] |
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this sacred Lock | ³oãq¯«¸tªºÀY¾v¡C¦]¦bIliad¤Ü¤T¨÷¤¤ Achilles ¦bPatroclus¸®Â§®É¡A´¿°Å±¼¦Û¤vªºÀY¾vP«s¡C[back] |
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honors | «ü¡u»ª¬ü¡v¡u·Å¶®¡v¡C[back] |
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long-contended honors | Ävª§ªø¤[¤~±o¨ìªº¨q¾v¡C[back] |
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beauteous grief | ¬üÄRªº´d¶Ë¡A¬°¤@ºØ¥Ù¬Þªº§Î®eªk (oxymoron)¡C[back] |
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drowned in tears | ¼ö²\¬Õ²µ¡C[back] |
[²Ä147-176¸`¤j·N]: Belinda¶A©G³o¥i«ëªº¤@¤é¡A¦o¹çÄ@¦í¦b¤@©t®q¤W±q¥¼³Q¤H¨£¹L¡A¦ý¨Æ¨ì¦p¤µ¡A¥u¦n§â¥t¤@§ô¨q¾v¤]°Å¤U¨Ó¡C[back] | ||
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detested | ¥i¼¨ªº¡C¦¹¦æ¥H¤UBelinda©Ò»¡ªº¸Ü¬O¥é Iliad ¤Q¤K¨÷Achilles«s±¥Patroclusªº³]¬q¸Ü¡C [back] |
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ten times happy had I been | ¡]°²³]»y®ð¡^¤ñ²{¦bn§Ö¬¡¤Q¿¡C[back] |
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mistaken | wronged¨ü©e©}ªº¡C[back] |
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numerous ills | ³\³\¦h¦h´c·N¶Ë®`¡C[back] |
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never marks the way | ¤H¸ñ¥¼¨ì¤§³B¨®¤l¤£´¿¯d¤UÂá¸ñ¡C[back] |
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