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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 21
So is it not with me as with that MuseStirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,Who heaven itself for ornament doth useAnd every fair with his fair doth rehearseMaking a couplement of proud comp..2008-03-27 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 20
A woman's face with Nature's own hand paintedHast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;A woman's gentle heart, but not acquaintedWith shifting change, as is false women's fash..2008-03-26 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 19
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;Make..2008-03-26 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot th..2008-03-26 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 17
Who will believe my verse in time to come,If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tombWhich hides your life, and shows not half your parts.If I coul..2008-03-26 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 16
But wherefore do not you a mightier wayMake war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?And fortify yourself in your decayWith means more blessed than my barren rhyme?Now stand you on the top of happy hours,An2008-03-26 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 15
When I consider every thing that growsHolds in perfection but a little moment,That this huge stage presenteth nought but showsWhereon the stars in secret influence comment;When I perceive that men as2008-03-26 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 14
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;And yet methinks I have astronomy,But not to tell of good or evil luck,Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;Nor can I fortune to brief minutes t..2008-03-25 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 13
O, that you were yourself! but, love, you areNo longer yours than you yourself here live:Against this coming end you should prepare,And your sweet semblance to some other give.So should that beauty w2008-03-25 编辑:echo
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[莎士比亚诗集] 十四行诗 Sonnet 12
When I do count the clock that tells the time,And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;When I behold the violet past prime,And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white;When lofty trees ..2008-03-25 编辑:echo