Sonnet XI-XL

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

    And to love can be desert,

    I am not all unhy. Cheeks as pale

    As trembling knees t fail

    to bear t,--

    trel-life t once

    to climb Aornus, and can scarce avail

    to pipe no tingale

    A melanc

    to t is plain

    I am not of thy place !

    And yet, because I love tain

    From t same love ting grace,

    to live on still in love, and yet in vain,--

    to bless t renounce to thy face.

    And to love can be desert,

    I am not all unhy. Cheeks as pale

    As trembling knees t fail

    to bear t,--

    trel-life t once

    to climb Aornus, and can scarce avail

    to pipe no tingale

    A melanc

    to t is plain

    I am not of thy place!

    And yet, because I love tain

    From t same love ting grace,

    to live on still in love, and yet in vain,--

    to bless t renounce to thy face.

    Indeed t,

    And o brow,

    Doth a ruby large enow

    to dra,--

    to ttermost,

    I s love  thou

    set me an example, shown me how,

    t eyes h mine were crossed,

    And love called love. And t speak

    Of love even, as a good thing of my own:

    tc and weak,

    And placed it by throne,--

    And t I love (O soul,  be meek !)

    Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

    Indeed t,

    And o brow,

    Doth ruby large enow

    to dra,--

    to ttermost,

    I s love  thou

    set me an example, shown me how,

    t eyes h mine were crossed,

    And love called love. And t speak

    Of love even, as good thing of my own:

    tc and weak,

    And placed it by throne,--

    And t I love (O soul,  be meek--)

    Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

    And  to speech

    thee, finding words enough,

    And orc, whe winds are rough,

    Beto cast light on each ?--

    I drop it at t. I cannot teach

    My o  so far off

    From myself--me--t I shee proof

    In words, of love  of reach.

    Nay, let the silence of my womanhood

    Commend my o thy belief,--

    Seeing t I stand unwon, however wooed,

    And rend t of my life, in brief,

    By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,

    Lest one touc convey its grief

    And  to speech

    thee, finding words enough,

    And orc, whe winds are rough,

    Beto cast light upon each?

    I drop it at t. I cannot teach

    My o  so far off

    From myself.. me.. t I shee proof,

    In words of love  of reach.

    Nay, let the silence of my womanhood

    Commend my o thy belief,

    Seeing t I stand unwon (however wooed)

    And rend t of my life in brief

    By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,

    Lest one touc convey its grief.

    If t love me, let it be for nought

    Except for loves sake only. Do not say

    I love her for her smile--her look--her way

    Of speaking gently,--for a trick of t

    t falls in es brought

    A sense of pleasant ease on such a day--

    For themselves, Beloved, may

    Be c,

    May be unwrougher love me for

    tys wiping my cheeks dry,--

    A creature mig to weep, who bore

    t long, and lose thereby !

    But love me for loves sake, t evermore

    t love on, ternity.

    If t love me, let it be for nought

    Except for loves sake only. Do not say

    lt;igt;quot;I love her for her smile--her look--her way

    Of speaking gently,--for a trick of t

    t falls in es brought

    A sense of pleasant ease on suc; -lt;/igt;

    For themselves, Beloved, may

    Be c,

    May be unwrougher love me for

    tys wiping my cheeks dry, -

    A creature mig to weep, who bore

    t long, and lose thereby!

    But love me for loves sake, t evermore

    t love on, ternity.

    Ohis world of ours !

    I  gainsay love, called love forsooth.

    I alked in my early youth,

    And since, not so long back but t the flowers

    till. Mussulmans and Giaours

    t a smile, and h

    For any ooth

    Slips on t if, after frequent showers,

    t so much

    ill turn to e

    Or else to oblivion. But t not such

    A lover, my Beloved ! t

    to bring souls to touch,

    And t soon e.

    Ohis world of ours!

    I  gainsay love, called love forsooth,

    I alked in my early youth,

    And since, not so long back but t the flowers

    till. Mussulmans and Giaours,

    t a smile, and h

    For any ooth

    Slips on t if, after frequent showers,

    t so much

    ill turn to e

    Or else to oblivion. But t not such

    A lover, my Belovèd! t

    to bring souls to touch,

    And t soon ;too late.lt;/igt;


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