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There are four seasons in the mind of man:He has his lusty Spring,when fancy clearTakes in all beauty with an easy span:He has his Summer,when luxuriouslySpring’s honey’d cud of youthful thought he lovesTo ruminate,and by such dreaming highIs nearest unto ......(本文共 648 字 ) [阅读本文] >>