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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 41
Those petty wrongs that liberty commits,When I am sometime absent from thy heart,Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,For still temptation follows where thou art.Gentle thou art and therefore to2008-03-31 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 40
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.Then if2008-03-31 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 39
O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,When thou art all the better part of me?What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?And what is 't but mine own when I praise thee?Even for this let..2008-03-31 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 38
How can my Muse want subject to invent,While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verseThine own sweet argument, too excellentFor every vulgar paper to rehearse?O, give thyself the thanks, i..2008-03-31 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 37
As a decrepit father takes delightTo see his active child do deeds of youth,So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.For whether beauty, birth, or w..2008-03-31 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 36
Let me confess that we two must be twain,Although our undivided loves are one:So shall those blots that do with me remainWithout thy help by me be borne alone.In our two loves there is but one respec2008-03-29 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 35
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.All men make faults,2008-03-29 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 34
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,And make me travel forth without my cloak,To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?'Tis not enough that..2008-03-29 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 33
Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,Kissing with golden face the meadows green,Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;Anon permit the basest cloud2008-03-29 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 32
If thou survive my well-contented day,When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,And shalt by fortune once more re-surveyThese poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,Compare them with the be2008-03-29 编辑:echo