莎士比亚的诗.pptVIP

03 Sonnet 18 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 of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance,or natures changing course,untrimmd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owst. Nor shall Death brag thou wanderst in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growst. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this,a