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1、莎士比亚诗歌1. Be Not Afeard, the Isle Is Full of Noises (The Tempest) Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will

2、 make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked, I cried to dream again. 2. Live With Me and Be My Love 3.Sonnet 23: As an Unperfect Actor on the Stage As an unperfect actor on the stage Who with his fear is put be

3、side his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strengths abundance weakens his own heart, So I, for fear of trust, forget to say The perfect ceremony of loves rite, And in mine own loves strength seem to decay, Oercharged with burden of mine own loves might. O, let my books be

4、 then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love, and look for recompense More than that tongue that more hath more expressed. O, learn to read what silent love hath writ, To hear with eyes belongs to loves fine wit. 4. Sonnet 130:My Mistress Eyes Are Nothing Like the

5、 Sun 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 seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there mo

6、re 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; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false

7、compare. 5. Sonnet 76：Why is my verse so barren of new pride? Why is my verse so barren of new pride? So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new-found methods, and to compounds strange? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted

8、 weed, That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth and where they did proceed? O, know, sweet love, I always write of you, And you and love are still my argument; So all my best is dressing old words new, Spending again what is already spent. For as the sun is daily new and old, So

9、 is my love still telling what is told. 6. Sonnet 17: Who Will Believe My Verse in Time to Come Who will believe my verse in time to come If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts: If I could write

10、the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, This poet lies, Such heavenly touches neer touched earthly faces. So should my papers, yellowed with their age, Be scorned like old men of less truth than tongue, And your true rights be termed a poets r

11、age, And stretchd metre of an antique song. But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice, in it and in my rhyme. 7. Sonnet 120: That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under

12、 my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel. For if you were by my unkindness shaken As I by yours, yhave passed a hell of time, And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken To weigh how once I suffered in your crime. O, that our night of woe might have remembered My deepest sense

13、 how hard true sorrow hits, And soon to you, as you to me then, tendered The humble salve which wounded bosoms fits! But that your trespass now becomes a fee; Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me. 8. Sonnet 128: How oft, when thou, my music, music How oft, when thou, my music, music playst,

14、Upon that blessd wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when thou gently swayst The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the woods boldness by thee blushing

15、 stand! To be so tickled, they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips Oer whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more blest than living lips. Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss. 9. Sonnet 29: When in disgrace

16、with Fortune and mens eyes When, in disgrace with Fortune and mens eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring

17、 this mans art and that mans scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself 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 heavens gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brin

18、gs That then I scorn to change my state with kings. 10. Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the worl

19、d-without-end hour, Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu. Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught Save where y

20、ou are, how happy you make those. So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill. 11. Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,

21、And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabld And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly doctor-like controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled

22、 simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill. Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that to die, I leave my love alone. 12. Sonnet XV: When I consider everything that grows When I consider everything that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage pre

23、senteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment; When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheered and checkd even by the selfsame sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets y

24、ou most rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay To change your day of youth to sullied night; And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I engraft you new. 13. Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars Let those who are in favour with

25、 their stars Of public honour and proud titles boast, Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars, Unlooked for joy in that I honour most. Great princes favourites their fair leaves spread, But as the marigold at the suns eye, And in themselves their pride lies burid, For at a frown they in their gl

26、ory die. The painful warrior famousd for fight, After a thousand victories once foiled, Is from the book of honour razd quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toiled. Then happy I that love and am beloved Where I may not remove nor be removed. 14. Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt and wil

27、l do none They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing, they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmovd, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heavens graces, And husband natures riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of t

28、heir faces, Others, but stewards of their excellence. The summers flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself, it only live and die, But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity. For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far w

29、orse than weeds. 15. Sonnet 145: Those lips that Loves own hand did make Those lips that Loves own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said I hate To me that languished for her sake; But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding that tongue that ever sweet W

30、as used in giving gentle doom, And taught it thus anew to greet: I hate she altered with an end, That followed it as gentle day Doth follow night, who like a fiend From heaven to hell is flown away. I hate from hate away she threw, And saved my life, saying not you. 16. Come Again- Sweet Love Doth N

31、ow Invite 17.Sonnet 129: Th expense of spirit in a waste of shame Th expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action; and, till action, lust Is perjured, murderous, bloody full of blame, Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust, Enjoyed no sooner but despisd straight, Past reason hunted, a

32、nd no sooner had Past reason hated as a swallowed bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad. Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe, Before a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows, yet none kn

33、ows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. 18. Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. And truly not t

34、he morning sun of heaven Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east, Nor that full star that ushers in the even Doth half that glory to the sober west As those two mourning eyes become thy face. O, let it then as well beseem thy heart To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace, And suit thy pity

35、 like in every part. Then will I swear beauty herself is black, And all they foul that thy complexion lack. 19. Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need I never saw that you did painting need, And therefore to your fair no painting set; I found, or thought I found, you did exceed That barre

36、n tender of a poets debt; And therefore have I slept in your report, That you yourself being extant well might show How far a modern quill doth come too short, Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow. This silence for my sin you did impute, Which shall be most my glory, being dumb, For I impa

37、ir not beauty, being mute, When others would give life and bring a tomb. There lives more life in one of your fair eyes, Than both your poets can in praise devise. 20.Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of thing

38、s past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear times waste. Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in deaths dateless night, And weep afresh loves long since cancelled woe, And moan th expense of many a vanished sight. Then can I griev

39、e at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell oer The sad account of fore-bemoand moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. 21.Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open Is it thy will t

40、hy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou sendst from thee So far from home into my deeds to pry, To find out shames and idle hours in me, The scope and tenure o

41、f thy jealousy? O, no, thy love, though much, is not so great; It is my love that keeps mine eye awake, Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, To play the watchman ever for thy sake. For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, From me far off, with others all too near. 22. Sonnet 46: Min

42、e eye and heart are at a mortal war Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy pictures sight would bar, My heart mine eye the freedom of that right, My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie A closet never pierced with crystal eyes But

43、the defendant doth that plea deny, And says in him thy fair appearance lies. To cide this title is impanelld A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart, And by their verdict is determind The clear eyes moiety, and the dear hearts part. As thus, mine eyes due is thy outward part, And my hearts rig

44、ht thy inward love of heart. 23.Sonnet 35: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done No more be grieved at that which thou hast done. Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud, Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. All men make faults, and e

45、ven I in this, Authorizing thy trespass with compare, Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss, Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are. For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense Thy adverse party is thy advocate And gainst my self a lawful plea commence. Such civil war is in my love and hate That I an

46、 accessary needs must be To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me. 24.Sonnet 109: O, never say that I was false of heart O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seemed my flame to qualify. As easy might I from my self depart As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie. That is m

47、y home of love; if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, So that myself bring water for my stain. Never believe though in my nature reigned All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, That it could so preposterously be stained To leave

48、 for nothing all thy sum of good; For nothing this wide universe I call Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all. 25.Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another, Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose uneared womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love to stop posterity? Thou art thy mothers glass, and she in the