莎士比亚十四行诗欣赏
（1） Sonnet 18。
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:。
招财鼠>切西瓜儿歌Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,。春什么秋实
And summer's lea hath all too short a date:。
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,。
And every fair from fair sometime declines,。
By chance, or nature's changing cour untrimmed;。
But thy eternal summer shall not fade。
Nor lo posssion of that fair thou owest;。
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,。
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:。
So long as men can breathe or eyes can e,。
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
（2） Sonnet 29。
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,。
I all alone beweep my outcast state,。杜立巴石碟
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,。
And look upon mylf, and cur my fate,。
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,。
Featured like him, like him with friends possd,。
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,。
林林总总什么意思With what I most enjoy contented least;。
Yet in the thoughts mylf almost despising,。
Haply I think on thee--and then my state,。
Like to the lark at break of day arising。
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;。
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings。
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
（3） Sonnet 116。
Let me not to the marriage of true minds。
Admit impediments. Love is not love。
Which alters when it alteration finds,。
Or bends with the remover to remove:。
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark。
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;。
It is the star to every wandering bark,。
Who worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
格力空调h6Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks。
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,。
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,。
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
（4） Sonnet 130。
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;。
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:。
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;。
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have en ros damasked, red and white,。
But no such ros e I in her cheeks;。
And in some perfumes is there more delight。
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak,--yet well I know。
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:。
I grant I never saw a goddess go,--。
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My mistress when she walks, treads on the ground:。
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,。
