X-IV

类别:文学名著 作者:伊丽莎白·巴雷特·勃朗宁 本章:X-IV

    t love on, ternity.

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

    Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

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

    t long, and lose thereby !

    And placed it by throne,--

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

    Indeed t,

    A creature mig to weep, who bore

    A melanc

    tys wiping my cheek dry,--

    From t same love ting grace,

    to ttermost,

    As trembling knees t fail

    And o brow,

    Doth a ruby large enow

    to pipe no tingale

    to climb Aornus, and can scarce avail

    May be unwrougher love me for

    Of self, and show

    Be c,

    May be unwrougher love me for

    And to love can be desert,

    I love t

    And ation. Fire is bright,

    For themselves, Beloved, may

    t falls in es brought

    And ures

    Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:

    I s love  thou

    Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

    If t love me, let it be for nought

    to bless t renounce to thy face.

    A creature mig to weep, who bore

    Except for loves sake only. Do not say

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

    I am not of thy place !

    Out of my face tohing low

    to bear t,--

    t love on, ternity.

    it proceed

    to t is plain

    But love me for loves sake, t evermore

    Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light

    Of speaking gently,--for a trick of t

    A sense of pleasant ease on such a day--

    I am not all unhy. Cheeks as pale

    And yet, because I love tain

    s while loving so.

    tc and weak,

    For themselves, Beloved, may

    In love,  creatures

    I stand transfigured, glorified aright,

    If t love me, let it be for nought

    Be c,

    t long, and lose thereby!

    And love called love. And t speak

    XIV (If t love me, let it be for nougrong>

    XII

    Of speaking gently,--for a trick of t

    to dra,--

    Except for loves sake only. Do not say

    But love me for loves sake, t evermore

    trel-life t once

    t eyes h mine were crossed,

    And t I love (O soul,  be meek !)

    A sense of ease on suc;


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