发信人: eeric (Rush For Own), 信区: Reading
标 题: 几首小诗
发信站: 荔园晨风BBS站 (Thu Dec 27 15:09:21 2001), 转信
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake teh darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd.
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall death brag thou wandr'st in his shade.
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Sonnets from the Portuguese:43
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need,by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In myold friefs, and with my childhood's faith.
Ilove thee with a lvoe I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, ----I love thee with the breath,
Smiles,tears,of all my life!----and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
in the spirit-level,
a creature divided;
and the compass needle
wobbling and wavering,
and the rainbow-bird
from the narrow bevel
of the empty mirror,
it feels like,gay!
Milton! tou shouldst be living at this hour;
England hath need of thee:she is a fen
Of stagnant waters:altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
O raise us up, return to us again,
And give us manners, virtue,freedom, power!
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart;
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
Pure aas the naked heavens, majestic, free,
So didst thou travel on life's common way,
In cheerful godliness;and yet thy heart
The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Epigram on Milton.
Three poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece,Italy,and England did adorn.
The first in loftiness of thought surpassed;
The next in majesty; in both the last.
The force of nature oculd no farther go;
To make a third she joined the former two.
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