Sonnet18(英文赏析)（整理）.docVIP

学 海 无 涯 PAGE PAGE 1 PAGE PAGE 1 Sonnet 18 By William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines And often is his gold complexion dimed; And every fair form fair sometimes declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade. When in eternal lines to time thou