The Sonnets 莎翁十四行诗全集

内容简介：莎翁十四行诗风靡全世界…在这些瑰丽的诗篇中，莎翁以其独到的思想、高超的诗艺，歌颂了友谊和爱情，表达了对人世炎凉的针砭嘲讽，体现了对真善美的无限追求和对假恶丑的无比憎恨…… 作者：William Shakespeare（威廉·莎士比亚），1564-1616， 英国文学史上最杰出的戏剧家，欧洲文艺复兴时期最重要、最伟大的作家； 朗读：苑溪仙；

SONNET 128 How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st 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 wood's boldness by thee blushing stand! To be so tickled, they would cha...

SONNET 127 In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame: For since each hand hath put on nature's power, Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face, Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower, But is profan'd, if not lives in disgrace. Therefore my mistress' brows are rav...

SONNET 126 O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour; Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st; If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack, As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back, She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill. Yet fear her, O thou...

SONNET 125 Were't aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, Which proves more short than waste or ruining; Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour Lose all, and more, by paying too much rent, For compound sweet forgoing simple savour, Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent? No; -- let me be obsequious in thy heart, And take thou my...

SONNET 124 If my dear love were but the child of state, It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd As subject to Time's love or to Time's hate, Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gather'd. No; it was builded far from accident; It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls Under the blow of thralled discontent, Whereto the inviting time our fashion calls: It fears not policy, that heretick, W...

SONNET 123 No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; They are but dressings of a former sight. Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire What thou dost foist upon us that is old; And rather make them born to our desire, Than think that we before have heard them told. Thy registers and thee I both defy, Not w...

SONNET 121 'Tis better to be vile, than vile esteemed, When not to be, receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure lost which is so deemed Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing: For why should others' false adulterate eyes Give salutation to my sportive blood? Or on my frailties why are frailer spies, Which in their wills count bad what I think good? No; -- I am that I am, and they that...

SONNET 120 That you were once unkind, befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel. For if you were by my unkindness shaken, As I by yours, y' have pass'd a hell of time, And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken To weigh how once I suffer'd in your crime. O, that our night of woe might have remembe...

SONNET 119 What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distill'd from lymbecks foul as hell within, Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears, Still losing when I saw myself to win! What wretched errors hath my heart committed, Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never! How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted In the distraction of this madding fever! O benefit of ill! now I find t...

SONNET 118 Like as, to make our appetites more keen, With eager compounds we our palate urge, As, to prevent our maladies unseen, We sicken to shun sickness, when we purge, Even so, being tuff of your ne'er-cloying sweetness, To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding, And, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness To be diseas'd, ere that there was true needing. Thus policy in love, to anticipate Th...

SONNET 117 Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay; Forgot upon your dearest love to call, Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day; That I have frequent been with unknown minds, And given to time your own dear-purchas'd right That I have hoisted sail to all the winds Which should transport me farthest from your sight. Book both my wilfulness and errors down...

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 ben...

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 million'd 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, w...

SONNET 114 Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you, Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery? Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true, And that your love taught it this alchymy, To make of monsters and things indigest Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble, Creating every bad a perfect best, As fast as objects to his beams assemble? O,'tis the first; 'tis flattery in my seeing,...

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; And that which governs me to go about Doth part his function, and is partly blind, Seems seeing, but effectually is out; For it no form delivers to the heart Of bird of flower, or shape, which it doth latch: Of his quick objects hath the mind no part, Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch; For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight, The most sweet fa...

Your love and pity doth the impression fill Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow; For what care I who calls me well or ill, So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow? You are my all-the-world, and I must strive To know my shames and praises from your tongue: None else to me, nor I to none alive, That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong. In so profound abysm I throw all care Of others' vo...

莎翁十四行诗风靡全世界…在这些瑰丽的诗篇中，莎翁以其独到的思想、高超的诗艺，歌颂了友谊和爱情，表达了对人世炎凉的针砭嘲讽，体现了对真善美的无限追求和对假恶丑的无比憎恨…… 作者：William Shakespeare（威廉·莎士比亚），1564-1616， 英国文学史上最杰出的戏剧家，欧洲文艺复兴时期最重要、最伟大的作家； 朗读：苑溪仙；

Alas! 'tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new. Most true it is that I have look'd on truth Askance and strangely: but, by all above, These blenches gave my heart another youth, And worse essays prov'd thee my best of love. Now all is done; have what shall have no end: Mine...

O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify! As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie: That is my home of love: if I have rang'd, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchang'd --, So that myself bring water for my stain. Never believe, though in my nature reign'd All frailties that b...

What's in the brain that ink may character, Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit? What's new to speak, what new to register, That may express my love or thy dear merit? Nothing sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine, I must, each day say o'er the very same; Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine, Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name. So that eternal love in love's fresh cas...

莎翁十四行诗风靡全世界…在这些瑰丽的诗篇中，莎翁以其独到的思想、高超的诗艺，歌颂了友谊和爱情，表达了对人世炎凉的针砭嘲讽，体现了对真善美的无限追求和对假恶丑的无比憎恨…… 作者：William Shakespeare（威廉·莎士比亚），1564-1616， 英国文学史上最杰出的戏剧家，欧洲文艺复兴时期最重要、最伟大的作家； 朗读：苑溪仙

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 express'd Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you p...

Let not my love be called idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, Still constant in a wondrous excellence; Therefore my verse to constancy confin'd, One thing expressing, leaves out difference. Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument, Fair, kind, and true, varying to other wo...