摘要:Threefold is the march of time While the future slow advances, Like a dart the present glances, Silent stands the past sublime.[阅读全文]

摘要:And wilt thou, faithless one, then, leave me, With all thy magic phantasy,-- With all the thoughts that joy or grieve me, Wilt thou with all forever fly? Can naught delay thine onward motion, Tho[阅读全文]