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1、SONNET莎士比亚十四行诗全文SONNET #1 by: William Shakespeare FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beautys rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory; But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feedst thy lights flame with self-sub
2、stantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thout that are now the worlds fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, makst waste in niggarding. Pity the world, or else this glu
3、tton be, To eat the worlds due, by the grave and thee. SONNET #2 by: William Shakespeare WHEN forty winters shall besiege thy brow And dig deep trenches in thy beautys field, Thy youths proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tottered weed of small worth held: Then being asked where all thy beauty
4、lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say within thine own deep-sunken eyes Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more prasie deserved thy beautys use If thou couldst answer, This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse, Proving his beauty by succ
5、ession thine. This were to be new made when thou art old And see thy blood warm when thou feelst cold. SONNET #3 by: William Shakespeare 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 renewest, Thou dost beguile the wor
6、ld, 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 thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime; So thou through windows of thin
7、e age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time. But if thou live remembred not to be, Die single, and thine image dies with thee. SONNET #4 by: William Shakespeare UNTHRIFTY loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself they beautys legacy? Natures bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And
8、, being frank, she lends to those are free. Then, beateous niggard, why dost thou abuse The bounteous largess given thee to give? Profitless userer, why dost thou use So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live? For, having traffic with thyself alone, Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive: Then
9、 how, when Nature calls thee to be gone, What acceptable audit canst thou leave? Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee, Which, usd, lives th executor to be. SONNET #5 by: William Shakespeare THOSE hours that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell Will play the tyr
10、ants to the very same And that unfair which fairly doth excel; For never-resting time leads summer on To hideous winter and confounds him there, Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone, Beauty oersnowed and bareness everywhere. Then, were not summers distillation left A liquid prisoner pe
11、nt in walls of glass, Beautys effect with beauty were bereft, Nor it nor no remembrance what it was: But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet, Leese but there snow; their substance still lives sweet. SONNET #6 by: William Shakespeare THEN let not winters ragged hand deface In thee thy sum
12、mer ere thou be distilled: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With beautys treasure ere it be self-killed. That use is not forbidden usury Which happies those that pay the willing loan; Thats for thyself to breed another thee, Or ten times happier be it ten for one. Ten times thyself wer
13、e happier than thou art, If ten of thine ten times refigured thee: Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart, Leaving thee living in posterity? Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair To be deaths conquest and make worms thine heir. SONNET #7 by: William Shakespeare LO, in the orient w
14、hen the gracious light Lifts up his burning head, each under eye Doth homage to his new-appearing sight, Serving with looks his sacred majesty; And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill, Resembling strong yough in his middle age, Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still, Attending on his golden p
15、ilgrimage; But when from highmost pitch, with weary car, Like feeble age he reeleth from the day, The eyes, fore duteous, now converted are From his low tract and look another way: So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon, Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son. SONNET #8 by: William Shakespeare MUSIC
16、 to hear, why hearst thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy: Why lovst thou that which thou receivst not gladly, Or else receivst with pleasure thine annoy? If the true concord of well-tund sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear, They do but sweetly chide thee, who
17、 confounds In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear. Mark how one string, sweet husband to another, Strikes each in each by mutual ordering; Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing; Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one, Sings this to th
18、ee, Thou single wilt prove none. SONNET #9 by: William Shakespeare IS it for fear to wet a widows eye That thou consumst thyself in single life? Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to die, The world will wail thee like a makeless wife; The world will be thy widow, and still weep That thou no form of the
19、e hast left behind, When every private widow well may keep, By childrens eyes, her husbands shape in mind. Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it; But beautys waste hath in the world an end, And, kept unused, the user so destroys it: No love
20、 toward others in that bosom sits Than on himself such murdrous shame commits SONNET #10 by: William Shakespeare FOR shame, deny that thou bearst love to any Who for thyself art so unprovident: Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, But that thou none lovst is most evident; For thou art so p
21、ossessed with murdrous hate That gainst thyself thou stickst not to conspire, Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate Which to repair should be thy chief desire. O, change thy thought, that I may change my mind; Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love? Be as thy presence is, gracious and kind, O
22、r to thyself at least kind-hearted prove: Make thee another self for love of me, That beauty still may live in thine or thee. SONNET #11 by: William Shakespeare AS fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growst In one of thine, from that which thou departest; And that fresh blood which youngly thou be
23、stowst Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest. Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase; Without this, folly, age, and cold decay. If all were minded so, the times should cease, And threescore year would make the world away. Let those whom Nature hath not made for store, Harsh, featu
24、reless, and rude, barrenly perish: Look whom she best endowed she gave the more, Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish. She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die. SONNET #12 by: William Shakespeare WHEN I do count the clock that te
25、lls the time And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime And sable curls all silvered oer with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summers green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and br
26、istly 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 as fast as they see others grow; And nothing gainst Times scythe can make defense Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence. SONNET #13 by: W
27、illiam Shakespeare O , THAT you were yourself, but, love, you are No longer yours than you yourself here live: Against this coming end you should prepare, And your sweet semblance to some other give. So should that beauty which you hold in lease Find no determination; then you were Yourself again af
28、ter yourselfs decease When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear. Who lets so fair a house fall to decay, Which husbandry in honor might uphold Against the stormy gusts of winters day And barren rage of deaths eternal cold? O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know You had a father - let
29、your son say so. SONNET #14 by: William Shakespeare NOT from the stars do I my judgment pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy; But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, Pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind, O
30、r say with princes if it shall go well By oft predict that I in heaven find; But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, And, constant stars, in them I read such art As truth and beauty shall together thrive If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert: Or else of thee this I prognosticate, Thy end
31、is truths and beautys doom and date. SONNET #15 by: William Shakespeare WHEN I consider everything 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, Cheerd a
32、nd checked 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 you most rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay To change your day of youth to sullied night;
33、And, all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I ingraft you new. SONNET #16 by: William Shakespeare BUT wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? And fortify yourself in your decay With means more blessd than my barren rime? Now stand you on the t
34、op of happy hours, And many maiden gardens, yet unset, With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers, Much liker than your painted counterfeit: So should the lines of life that life repair Which this times pencil or my pupil pen, Neither in inward worth nor outward fair Can make you live yoursel
35、f in eyes of men. To give away yourself keeps yourself still, And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. Sonnet #16 was originally published in Shake-speares Sonnets: Never before Imprinted (1609). SONNET #17 by: William Shakespeare HO will believe my verse in time to come If it were filled w
36、ith 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 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 f
37、aces. 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 rage 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 rime. Sonnet #17 was original
38、ly published in Shake-speares Sonnets: Never before Imprinted (1609). SONNET #18 by: William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summers day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summers lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye
39、 of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or natures changing course, untrimmed: But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owst, Nor shall Death brag thou wandrest in his shade When in eternal
40、lines to time thou growst. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. Sonnet #18 was originally published in Shake-speares Sonnets: Never before Imprinted (1609). SONNET #19 by: William Shakespeare Devouring time, blunt thou the lions paws, And make
41、the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tigers jaws, And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood; Make glad and sorry seasons as they fleetst, And do whateer thou wilt, swift-footed Time, To the wide world and all her fading sweets, But I forbid thee one most hein
42、ous crime: O, carve not with thy hours my loves fair brow, Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen; Him in thy course untainted do allow For beautys pattern to succeeding men. Yet do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young. Sonnet #19 was originally p
43、ublished in Shake-speares Sonnets: Never before Imprinted (1609). SONNET #20 by: William Shakespeare (1564-1616) WOMANS face, with Natures own hand painted, Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A womans gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false womens fashion; An ey
44、e more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth; A man in hue all hues in his controlling, Which steals mens eyes and womens souls amazeth. And for a woman wert thou first created, Till Nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting, And by addition me of thee defe
45、ated By adding one thing to my purpose nothing. But since she pricked thee out for womens pleasure, Mine be thy love, and thy loves use their treasure. Sonnet #20 was originally published in Shake-speares Sonnets: Never before Imprinted (1609). SONNET #21 by: William Shakespeare (1564-1616) O is it
46、not with me as with that Muse Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse; Making a couplement of proud compare With sun and moon, with earth and seas rich gems, With Aprils first-born flowers, and all things rare That heavens airs in this huge rondure hems. O let me, true in love, but truly write, And then believe me, my love is as fair As any mothers child, though not so bright As those gold candles fixed in heavens air: Let them say more that
