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IP属地:浙江1楼2012-05-03 15:37回复
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    Could Love for ever
    Run like a river
    And Time's Endeavour
    Be tried in vain,
    No other Pleasure
    With this could measure
    And link a Treasure
    We'd hug the chain.
    But since our sighing
    Ends not in dying
    And formed for flying
    Love plumes his wing,
    Then for this reason
    Let's love a Season,
    But let that Season be only Spring.--


    IP属地:浙江2楼2012-05-03 15:39
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      看不懂蛮夷语言怎么破


      IP属地:山东3楼2012-05-03 15:51
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        要是LZ敢翻译成中文,我就敢认真看三遍!!!~争取写个读后感出来表示我真的认真读了。


        4楼2012-05-03 16:08
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          soba好文艺~~


          IP属地:上海5楼2012-05-03 16:17
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            2呢


            6楼2012-05-03 16:47
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              等一下,3L是你熟人?


              7楼2012-05-03 16:50
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                意译好难。。
                翻译着完全没有意境


                IP属地:广东8楼2012-05-03 21:20
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                  When Lovers parted
                  Feel broken-hearted
                  And all hopes thwarted
                  Expect to die
                  A few years older
                  Ah! how much colder
                  They might behold her
                  For whom they sigh;
                  When linked together
                  Through every weather
                  We pluck Love's feather
                  From out his wing;
                  He'll sadly shiver
                  And droop forever
                  Without the plumage that sped this Spring.--


                  IP属地:浙江9楼2012-05-04 06:29
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                    六级还没过,给跪


                    来自Android客户端10楼2012-05-04 09:02
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                      已阅


                      IP属地:安徽11楼2012-05-04 09:07
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                        Like Chiefs of Faction
                        His Life is Action,
                        A formal paction,
                        Which curbs his reigh,
                        Obscures his Glory,
                        Despot no more, he
                        Such Territory
                        Quits with disdain.
                        Still--still--advancing
                        With banners glancing
                        His power enhancing
                        He must march on;
                        Repose but cloys him,
                        Retreat destroys him,
                        Love brooks not a degraded throne!--


                        IP属地:浙江12楼2012-05-07 09:52
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                          Wait not, fond Lover!
                          Till years are over,
                          And then recover
                          As from a dream.
                          While each bewailing
                          The other's failing
                          With wrath and railing
                          All hideous seem;
                          While first decreasing
                          Yet not quite ceasing,
                          Pause not -- till teazing
                          All passion blight;
                          If once diminished
                          His reign is finished,
                          One last embrace then, and bid Good Night!


                          IP属地:浙江13楼2012-05-07 09:55
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                            So shall Affection
                            To recollection
                            The dear connection
                            Bring back with joy,
                            You have not waited
                            Till tired and hated
                            All passions sated
                            Began to cloy.
                            Your last embraces
                            Leave no cold traces,
                            The same fond faces,
                            As through the past,
                            And Eyes the Mirrors
                            Of your sweet Errors
                            Reflect but Rapture not least though last.


                            IP属地:浙江14楼2012-05-07 09:59
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                              True! Separations
                              Ask more than patience--
                              What desperations
                              From such have risen!e
                              And yet remaining,
                              What is't but chaining
                              Hearts, which once waning
                              Beat 'gainst their prison;
                              Time can but cloy Love,
                              And Use destroy Love,
                              The winged Boy Love
                              Is but for boys.
                              You'll find it torture
                              Though shaper, shorter,
                              To wean and not wear out your Joys.
                              


                              IP属地:浙江15楼2012-05-07 10:04
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