a****e
发帖数: 173 | 1 If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd,
Which, labouring for invention, bear amiss
The second burden of a former child!
O, that record could with a backward look,
Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some antique book,
Since mind at first in character was done!
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composed wonder of your frame;
Whether we are mended, or whe'r better they,
Or whether revolution be the sam |
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a****e
发帖数: 173 | 2 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands bu |
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a****e
发帖数: 173 | 3 Is it thy will thy 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 send'st from thee
So far from home, into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenour of 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 |
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a****e
发帖数: 173 | 4 Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed,
Beated and chopp'd with tann'd antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
'Tis thee, myself,- |
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a****e
发帖数: 173 | 5 Against my love shall be, as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night;
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing or vanish'd out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my |
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a****e
发帖数: 173 | 6 When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz'd,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate--
That Time will come and take my love a |
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a****e
发帖数: 173 | 7 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
Against the wrackful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or |
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a****e
发帖数: 173 | 8 Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly--doctor-like--controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tir'd with all these, fr |
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u*****d
发帖数: 1009 | 9 来自主题: EnglishChat版 - 翻译问题 Sonnet翻译成中文是什么? |
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M*********m
发帖数: 2024 | 10 A sonnet modeled after Shakespeare's style. :D
My dear friend, you ask me why
All my songs are like a sigh
Coz sorrow is a feeling I can't pretend
And this is the best I shall defend
Like all the roses blossom in the spring
Sweet happiness they would bring
Their true destiny is in the winter
All the smiling petals will wither
Like thousands of years ago a grain of sand
Played by the Maker's capricious hand
Fell into a lonely clam's softest heart
Endless suffer is how he does his part
For love wi |
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s***s
发帖数: 4329 | 11 【 以下文字转载自 WaterWorld 讨论区 】
发信人: charming (这位姑娘，请留步！), 信区: WaterWorld
标 题: 出门左转，当刘俐俐遇见孟非
发信站: BBS 未名空间站 (Mon Jan 16 23:51:51 2012, 美东)
孟非:
“欢迎刘俐俐！喜欢莎士比亚的什么？”
刘俐俐：
“喜欢他的英雄双行体”
孟非:
“莎士比亚？”“英雄双行体？是银行的行吗？”
刘俐俐：
“对，莎士比亚的一个英雄双行体。是一个写作形式，是一种诗的写作形式。"
孟非:
“大家记着点啊，尤其是乐嘉，行也念xing，继续，什么体？我听不太明白，你能
给我们介绍下吗？”
刘俐俐：
“就是一种文体！”
孟非:
“就像我们的议论文、自传或者诗歌对联什么的么？”
中间有个插话的。
乐嘉:
“是十四行诗吧？”
“Sonnet？”
刘俐俐：
“no,it is kind of”
"sorry"
孟非:
“没关系，反正我也听不懂，我高中都是睡过来的"
乐嘉：
“矮油~你这个睡是怎么回事快说说~”
孟非：
“我看出来了，就你，就你老往河里带我，我是趴桌子睡觉，流哈喇子的那种，这事儿
你... 阅读全帖 |
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d**********1
发帖数: 569 | 12 不知道撞没撞
题记：一个伟大的国家不在于他的步伐有多快，而在于他的Call girl肯不肯为了他的
人民而推迟GC。
还几天就开学了，今天我与朋友去了位于美国赌城Las Vegas旁边的大峡谷，游玩归来
，在酒店我与朋友一遍闲谈，一遍翻看着塞进房间里的Call Girl广告。
突然，我心头一动，整个身体燥热起来，我知道我想做什么了，我提前和朋友告别，然
后打电话叫了个叫Lily的Call Girl。
我的说，美国的Call Girl素质就是高，不到20分钟，门铃就响了，Lily来了，彼此少
不了寒暄，我自我介绍说自己叫ShaoGang, 可以成我Gang. Lily听了，咯咯直笑，我问
她为什么，她说Gang听起来很man，很像Hero,而且她最近恰好正在读Heroic Couplet，
我不解了，问她Heroic Couplet是不是“Sonnet”. 她连忙说“No! No! It is kind
of``` hehehe”.
算了，我找她也不是来面试她文学素养的，洗过澡后我们就开始办正事儿了。考虑到我
平时也就十几分钟的水平，所以算入前戏我只叫了一个钟。
可是不知道今天怎么回事，... 阅读全帖 |
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c******d
发帖数: 2655 | 13 【 以下文字转载自 WaterWorld 讨论区 】
发信人: charming (这位姑娘，请留步！), 信区: WaterWorld
标 题: 出门左转，当刘俐俐遇见孟非
发信站: BBS 未名空间站 (Mon Jan 16 23:51:51 2012, 美东)
孟非:
“欢迎刘俐俐！喜欢莎士比亚的什么？”
刘俐俐：
“喜欢他的英雄双行体”
孟非:
“莎士比亚？”“英雄双行体？是银行的行吗？”
刘俐俐：
“对，莎士比亚的一个英雄双行体。是一个写作形式，是一种诗的写作形式。"
孟非:
“大家记着点啊，尤其是乐嘉，行也念xing，继续，什么体？我听不太明白，你能
给我们介绍下吗？”
刘俐俐：
“就是一种文体！”
孟非:
“就像我们的议论文、自传或者诗歌对联什么的么？”
中间有个插话的。
乐嘉:
“是十四行诗吧？”
“Sonnet？”
刘俐俐：
“no,it is kind of”
"sorry"
孟非:
“没关系，反正我也听不懂，我高中都是睡过来的"
乐嘉：
“矮油~你这个睡是怎么回事快说说~”
孟非：
“我看出来了，就你，就你老往河里带我，我是趴桌子睡觉，流哈喇子的那种，这事儿
你... 阅读全帖 |
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b*******n
发帖数: 473 | 14 To all those who cherish a beautiful memory, Happy Moon Festival!
【 以下文字转载自 Poetry 讨论区 】
发信人: banzimian (板子面), 信区: Poetry
标 题: Meeting a Squirrel
发信站: BBS 未名空间站 (Mon Sep 12 03:47:09 2011, 美东)
Meeting a Squirrel
At the old park wandering, I met you.
A casual weekend afternoon that is.
Why all the haste? my darling, I asked you,
In running through grass, trees and rose bushes.
So busy I noted you were, thereupon,
I mumbled to the air some words gently.
To my startlers you quickly turned around.
T... 阅读全帖 |
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x***k
发帖数: 20754 | 15 Shakespearean sonnet用heroic couplet做结束，前面十二句是三组sicilian
quatrain |
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g*******j
发帖数: 442 | 16 Lord Byron
1.
Away with your fictions of flimsy romance, Those tissues of falsehood which
Folly has wove; Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance, Or the
rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love.
2.
Ye rhymers, whose bosoms with fantasy glow, Whose pastoral passions are made
for the grove; From what blest inspiration your sonnets would flow, Could
you ever have tasted the first kiss of love.
3.
If Apollo should e'er his assistance refuse, Or the Nine be dispos'd from
your servic... 阅读全帖 |
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g*******j
发帖数: 442 | 17 Lord Byron
1.
Away with your fictions of flimsy romance, Those tissues of falsehood which
Folly has wove; Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance, Or the
rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love.
2.
Ye rhymers, whose bosoms with fantasy glow, Whose pastoral passions are made
for the grove; From what blest inspiration your sonnets would flow, Could
you ever have tasted the first kiss of love.
3.
If Apollo should e'er his assistance refuse, Or the Nine be dispos'd from
your servic... 阅读全帖 |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 18 Sonnet 135
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
And Will to boot, and Will in over-plus;
More than enough am I that vex thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair acceptance shine?
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in Will, add to thy Will
One will of mine, to |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 19 Sonnet 130
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 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,
My mistress, w |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 20 Sonnet 129
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action: and till action, lust
Is perjured, murd'rous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted; and 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 d |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 21 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,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 22 Sonnet 115
Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
Yet then my judgment knew no reason why
My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.
But reckoning Time, whose millioned accidents
Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings,
Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents,
Divert strong minds to the course of altering things;
Alas, why, fearing of Time's tyranny,
Might I not then say, 'Now I love you best,'
When I was certain o'er |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 23 Sonnet 107
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured,
And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
Incertainties now crown themselves assured,
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
Now with the drops of this most balmy time,
My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,
Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme,
W |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 24 Sonnet 106
When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have expressed
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And, for they looked but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your w |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 25 Sonnet 94
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,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others, but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself, it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest wee |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 26 Sonnet 76
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 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 |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 27 Sonnet 73
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 up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Cons |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 28 Sonnet 71
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O if, I say, you look upon this verse,
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;
But let your love even wit |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 29 Sonnet 66
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
And strength by limping sway disabled
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tir'd with all |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 30 Sonnet 64
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
That Time will come and take m |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 31 Sonnet 60
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 32 Sonnet 55
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
'Gainst death, and all oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That we |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 33 Sonnet 33
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
The region cloud hath maske |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 34 Sonnet 30
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 35 Sonnet 29
When in disgrace with fortune and men's 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 this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From su |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 36 Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 37 Sonnet 15
When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same 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 you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with decay
To ch |
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j******3
发帖数: 18319 | 38 Sonnet 12
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die |
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m**********e
发帖数: 2808 | 39 此征文写时是关于国与国，但其实，人与人关系又何尝不是如此？尤其是亲密关系的两人，由
于走得近，各种大大小小的矛盾可能会更多，但夫妻组成了家庭，利益共同其实更多，希望大
家在冲突时能有克制和妥协，通过细心经营能成就好姻缘。
【 以下文字转载自 LeisureTime 讨论区 】
发信人: mcmartingale (martingale), 信区: LeisureTime
标 题: 【征文】克制与妥协
发信站: BBS 未名空间站 (Mon Jan 9 00:42:48 2012, 美东)
（想写了很久，上次征文时就想写，但赶不上，不知赶不赶得上这趟末班车，版主看着
办吧。自己也觉得写得虎头蛇尾的，没有包子也认了）
The Economic Consequences of Peace
by John Maynard Keynes
Free Electronic Edition from Gutenberg Project http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/15776
Free Kindle eBook available
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c*g
发帖数: 1980 | 40 It is raining cats and dogs in my town,
A little pony is running under the scorching southern sun
Connected in between,
Are clouds, blue, several patches of moods, and clouds,
Under which we breathe, imagine, and dream.
I went to Walmart and did my deeds,
I got lost in the crowds and endless merchandises,
This part of life is so glamorous and,
So breath-taking when one is,
Lost in patches of emotions.
The roads flooded,
So unexpectedly that
On Sunday I became
Speechless
Together with the river. |
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a***d
发帖数: 2374 | 41 http://video.xanga.com/xangavideoplayer.swf?i=999762&m=05697
I stole the rose from memory for you
As your cradle, I put you sleep inside
To forget unhappiness, leave the sweet tissue
a rose swings in the song of the roadside
The rose from memory blooms in the dark night
A fairy tale is embraced with her tender petals
slip into your dream in the moonlight
close your eyes, curl up i\with your prattles
sleep inside, sleep tight,
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a***d
发帖数: 2374 | 43 Could you tell more about "庄严体"? What do you think on Sonnet? |
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p*********y
发帖数: 1617 | 44 推荐一首Elizabeth Barrett Browning 的爱情诗
From Sonnets from the Portuguese
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Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem "a cuckoo song", as thou dost treat it,
Remember, never to the hill or plain,
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo strain
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted,
By a doubtful spirit voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more - thou lovest!" Who can fear
Too many star |
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l*r
发帖数: 79569 | 45 第五首：（感谢 poetsociety 同学推荐）
From Sonnets from the Portuguese
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Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem "a cuckoo song", as thou dost treat it,
Remember, never to the hill or plain,
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo strain
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted,
By a doubtful spirit voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more - thou lovest!" Who can fear
Too many stars, though |
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发帖数: 30080 | 46 唧唧复唧唧，慕兰当赋思。
不闻思慕声，唯闻女叹息。
问女何所思，问女何所抑。
“爱若无所寄，山也无所绿！
昨夜见君贴，可怜柳色青。
君书十二卷，卷卷无卿卿。
长夜自飘零，送迎扶冷风！
愿汝市宝马，从此敬如兵！
上天宿难索，金钻烁如星。
四时三百日，一日一花英。
朝云转暮雨，密密诉衷情。
珠光并银气，默默爱分明。
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From Sonnets from the Portuguese
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Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem "a cuckoo song", as thou dost treat it,
Remember, never to the hill or plain,
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo strain
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.
Beloved, I, amid the darknes |
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发帖数: 536 | 47 残夏
秋来日短绿经霜,
空谷犹记紫罗裳.
相思唱尽鸟当去,
风起花落夜未央.
From Sonnets from the Portuguese
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Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem "a cuckoo song", as thou dost treat it,
Remember, never to the hill or plain,
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo strain
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted,
By a doubtful spirit voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more - thou lovest!" Who can fear
Too many s |
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p*n
发帖数: 1736 | 48 Sonnet #18
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
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l*r
发帖数: 79569 | 49 古风俺不行，但还是索性把这首sonnet也糟蹋了，哈哈
请允许我把你比作夏天
你比夏日更可爱更和暖
五月的风粗鲁吹落花瓣
夏日约定更是何其短暂
天空之眼有时如此炽热
有时又将金色面容遮掩
美人香草总会衰老枯谢
偶然如此或是天命使然
可是永恒夏日不该凋残
你的美丽也会青春永驻
你将在不朽诗行中成长
不会在死神阴影中踯躅
只要还能呼吸还有眼睛
你将与这诗篇一起永生 |
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a***d
发帖数: 2374 | 50 我没来得及看这首，不过第五首也是Sonnet，我翻成诗经体，也算“古风”嘛。哈哈 |
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