Sonnet 06 - 10

类别:文学名著 作者:伊丽莎白·巴雷特·勃朗宁 本章:Sonnet 06 - 10

    Sonnet 06 - Go from me. Yet I feel t I sand

    VI

    Go from me. Yet I feel t I sand

    hy shadow. Nevermore

    Alone upon threshold of my door

    Of individual life, I shall command

    t my hand

    Serenely in the sunshine as before,

    it t which I forboreamp;mdash;

    touc land

    Doom takes to part us, leaves t in mine

    it beat double.  I do

    And he wine

    Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue

    God for myself,  name of thine,

    And sees ears of two.

    Sonnet 07 - trong>

    VII

    think,

    Since first I steps of thy soul

    Move still, oill, beside me, as tole

    Bet me and ter brink

    Of obvious deat to sink,

    as caugo love, and taughe whole

    Of life in a new rhe cup of dole

    God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,

    And praise its sness, S, hee anear.

    try, heaven, are changed away

    For here or here;

    And te and song . . . loved yesterday,

    (the singing angels know) are only dear

    Because t in hey say.

    Sonnet 08 -  can I give trong>

    VIII

    can I give thee back, O liberal

    And princely giver, w broughe gold

    And purple of t, unstained, untold,

    And laid tside of the-wall

    For suco take or leave hal,

    In unexpected largesse? am I cold,

    Ungrateful, t for t manifold

    s, I render not all?

    Not so; not cold,amp;mdas very poor instead.

    Ask God ears have run

    t so dead

    And pale a stuff, it  fitly done

    to give to thy head.

    Go fart it serve to trample on.

    Sonnet 09 - Can it be rigo give rong>

    IX

    Can it be rigo give w I can give?

    to let t beneatears

    As salt as mine, and he sighing years

    Re-sigive

    t smiles wo live

    For all tions? O my fears,

    t t! e are not peers,

    So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,

    t givers of sucs as mine are, must

    Be counted , alas!

    I  soil t,

    Nor breathy Venice-glass,

    Nor give t.

    Beloved, I only love t it pass.

    Sonnet 10 - Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

    X

    Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

    And ation. Fire is bright,

    Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light

    Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:

    And love is fire. And w need

    I love t

    I stand transfigured, glorified aright,

    it proceed

    Out of my face tohing low

    In love,  creatures

    s while loving so.

    And ures

    Of self, and show

    great work of Love enures.


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