Sonnet XXVI-XXX

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

    I lived h visions for my company

    Instead of men and women, years ago,

    And found tle mates, nor t to know

    A so me.

    But soon trailing purple  free

    Of t, tes did silent grow,

    And I myself gre and blind below

    t come--to be,

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    tter, yet the same,

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    Met in t thee overcame

    My soul isfaction of all s:

    Because Gods gifts put mans best dreams to shame.

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    Instead of men and women, years ago,

    And found tle mates, nor t to know

    A ser music to me.

    But soon trailing purple  free

    Of t, tes did silent grow,

    And I myself gre and blind below

    t come--to be,

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    tter, yet the same,

    As river er o fonts),

    Met in t thee overcame

    My soul isfaction of all s:

    Because Gods gifts put mans best dreams to shame.

    My oed me

    From t of earthrown,

    And, in bet ts, blown

    A life-breatill the forehead hopefully

    S again, as all the angels see,

    Before thy saving kiss ! My own, my own,

    to me whe world was gone,

    And I whee !

    I find trong, and glad.

    As one wands in dewless asphodel

    Looks backedious time he had

    In th bosom-swell,

    Make ness, he good and bad,

    t Love, as strong as Deatrieves as well.

    My dear Belovèd, ed me

    From t of earthrown,

    And, in bet ts, blown

    A life-breatill the forehead hopefully

    S again, as all the angels see,

    Before thy saving kiss! My own, my own,

    to me whe world was gone,

    And I ;t;/igt;

    I find trong, and glad.

    As one wands in dewless asphodel

    Looks backedious time he had

    In th bosom-swell,

    Make ness, he good and bad,

    t Love, as strong as Deatrieves as well.

    My letters ! all dead paper, mute and we !

    And yet they seem alive and quivering

    Against my tremulous ring

    And let to-night.

    to

    Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring

    to come and touching,

    Yet I  for it !--t . . .

    Said, Dear, I love thee; and I sank and quailed

    As if Gods future t.

    ts ink has paled

    it my  t beat too fast.

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    If,  at last !

    My letters-- all dead paper, mute and we!

    And yet they seem alive and quivering

    Against my tremulous ring

    And let to-night,

    to

    Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring

    to come and touching,

    Yet I  for it!--t...

    Said, lt;igt;Dear, I love t;/igt; and I sank and quailed

    As if Gods future t.

    t;igt;I am t;/igt;--and so its ink has paled

    it my  t beat too fast.

    And thy words have ill availed

    If,  at last!

    I ts do twine and bud

    About t a tree,

    Put out broad leaves, and soon t to see

    Except traggling green whe wood.

    Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood

    I  s instead of thee

    dearer, better ! Ratantly

    Renerong tree should,

    Rustle t trunk all bare,

    And let thee

    Drop , stered, everywhere !

    Because, in to see and hee

    And breathy shadow a new air,

    I do not too near thee.

    I ts do twine and bud

    About t a tree,

    Put out broad leaves, and soon t to see

    Except traggling green whe wood.

    Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood

    I  s instead of thee

    dearer, better! Ratantly

    Renerong tree should,

    Rustle t trunk all bare,

    And let thee

    Drop , stered, everywhere!

    Because, in to see and hee

    And breathy shadow a new air,

    I do not too near thee.

    I see tears to-night,

    And yet to-day I sahee smiling. how

    Refer t thou

    Or I, we

    Amid ted joy and te

    May so fall flat, e brow,

    On tar-stair. I hy voice and vow,

    Perplexed, uncertain, since t out of sight,

    As he choirs Amen.

    Beloved, dost thou love ? or did I see all

    ted when

    too ve liged my ideal,

    For my souls eyes ? ill t light come again,

    As noears come--falling  and real ?

    I see tears to-night,

    And yet to-day I sahee smiling. how

    Refer t thou

    Or I, we

    Amid ted joy and te

    May so fall flat, e brow,

    On tar-stair. I hy voice and vow,

    Perplexed, uncertain, since t out of sight,

    As he choirs amen.

    Beloved, dost thou love? or did I see all

    ted when

    too ve liged my ideal,

    For my souls eyes? ill t light come again,

    As noears come--falling  and real?


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