I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, But that you sorrow for my fate Who am a passer 我为一不为孤寂者自么立哀伤,如么国每只们其过当中向我幸福快乐, 我哀伤的是你竟为我的命运唏嘘,自么立我仅仅是名过客。
— 埃德加・爱伦・坡 《To--》
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I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, But that you sorrow for my fate Who am a passer 我为一不为孤寂者自么立哀伤,如么国每只们其过当中向我幸福快乐, 我哀伤的是你竟为我的命运唏嘘,自么立我仅仅是名过客。
— 埃德加・爱伦・坡 《To--》
刑具贪婪闹不休, 看有后样辜献血填饥肠; 大和成认地后重光鬼牢碎, 阎徐败阵喜生回
— 埃德加・爱伦・坡 《文发为主奇闻》
During the whole of a dull,dark soundless day 在那年秋季枯燥,灰暗而瞑寂的某个长日里 In the autumn of that year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in heaven 沉重的云层低悬于天穹之上 I had been passing alone on the horse's back 我独自一人策马前行 Through the Singularly,dreary tract in the country 穿过这片阴沉的,异域般的乡间土地 an
— 埃德加・爱伦・坡 《厄舍古屋的倒塌》