蜘蛛侠3演Peter房东女儿的是谁

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shawondasee, fat and lazy, had his dwelling far to southward in the drowsy, dreamy sunshine, in the never-ending summer. he it was who sent the wood-birds, sent the robin, the opechee, sent the bluebird, the owaissa, sent the shawshaw, sent the swallow, sent the wild-goose, wawa, northward, sent the melons and tobacco, and the grapes in purple clusters. from his pipe the smoke ascending filled the sky with haze and vapor, filled the air with dreamy softness, gave a twinkle to the water, touched the rugged hills with smoothness, brought the tender indian summer to the melancholy north-land, in the dreary mood of snow-shoes. listless, careless shawondasee! in his life he had one shadow, in his heart one sorrow had he. once, as he was gazing northward, far away upon a prairie he beheld a maiden standing, saw a tall and slender maiden all alone upon a prairie ; brightest green were all her garments, and her hair was like the sunshine. day by day he gazed upon her, day by day he sighed with passion, day by day his heart within him grew more hot with love and longing for the maid with yellow tresses. but he was too fat and lazy to bestir himself and woo her. yes, too indolent and easy to pursue her and persuade her; so he only gazed upon her, only sat and sighed with passion for the maiden of the prairie. till one morning, looking northward, he beheld her yellow tresses changed and covered o'er with whiteness, covered as with whitest snow-flakes. "ah! my brother from the north-land, from the kingdom of wabasso, from the land of the white rabbit! you have stolen the maiden from me, you have laid your hand upon her, you have wooed and won my maiden, with your stories of the north-land!" thus the wretched shawondasee breathed into the air his sorrow; and the south-wind o'er the prairie wandered warm with sighs of passion, with the sighs of shawondasee, till the air seemed full of snow-flakes, full of thistle-down the prairie, and the maid with hair like sunshine vanished from his sight forever; never more did shawondasee see the maid with yellow tresses! poor, deluded shawondasee! 'twas no woman that you gazed at, 'twas no maiden that you sighed for, 'twas the prairie dandelion that through all the dreamy summer you had gazed at with such longing, you had sighed for with such passion, and had puffed away forever, blown into the air with sighing. ah! deluded shawondasee! -- henry wadsworth longfellow