sonnet 18 原文

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热心网友时间：2023-09-08 15:58

Shall I compare thee to a Summers day?
Thou art more louely and more temperate:
Rough windes do shake the darling buds of Maie,
And Sommers lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heauen shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
And euery faire from faire some-time declines,
By chance, or natures changing course vntrim'd:
But thy eternall Sommer shall not fade,
Nor loose possession of that faire thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wandr'st in his shade,
When in eternall lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breath or eyes can see,
So long liues this, and this giues life to thee.

热心网友时间：2023-09-08 15:58

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

　　When yellow leaves， or none， or few， do hang

　　Upon those boughs which shake against the cold，

　　Bare ruined choirs， where late the sweet birds sang.

　　In me thou see'st the twilight of such day

　　As after sunset fadeth in the west；

　　Which by and by black night doth take away，

　　Death's second self， that seals all up in rest.

　　In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire，

　　That on the ashes of his youth doth lie，

　　As the deathbed whereon it must expire，

　　Consumed with that which it was nourished by.

　　This thou perceiv'st， which makes thy love more strong，

　　To love that well which thou must leave ere long.