Down into the bosom of a stony shepherdess there steals a fleck of light and warmth that would have done it good a hundred years ago. 查尔斯·狄更斯.荒凉山庄.
We are not Maurice and Helena, but Florizel and Perdita, shepherd and shepherdess; so come, my dearest, adown the mountain. 弗格斯·休姆.奇幻岛.
Ribbons, and silks, and flowers, and pipings; quite unlike the real shepherds and shepherdesses of Melnos, but deliciously delicate for all that. 弗格斯·休姆.奇幻岛.