雪莱与爱情诗九首中英对照.docVIP

. ..... TO— by P. B. Shelley One word is too often profaned For me to profane it,One feeling too falsely distaind For thee to distain it;One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother,And pity from thee more dear Than that from another.I can not give what men call love: But wilt thou accept notThe worship the heart lifts above And the heavens reject not,And the desire of the moth for the star, Of the nigth for the morrowThe devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow. 致―― 有一个字经常被人亵渎 我不会再来亵渎有一种感情被人假意鄙薄你也不会再来鄙薄。有一种