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< >谁能帮我翻一下这首诗,先谢了.</P>< > It was the morning(题目)</P>< >It was the morning of that blessed day,</P>< >Whereon the Sun in pity veiled his glare</P>< >For the Lord is agony,that unaware,</P>< >I fell a captive,Lady,to the sway</P>< > </P>< >Of your swift eyes;that seemed no time to stay</P>< >The strokes of Love:I stepped into the snare</P>< >Secure,with no suspicion:then and there</P><P>I found my cue in man.s most tragic play.</P><P> </P><P>Love caught me naked in his shaft,his sheaf,</P><P>The entrance for his ambush and surprise</P><P>Against the heart wide open through the eyes,</P><P>The constant gate and fountain of my grief:</P><P>How craven so to strike me so,</P><P>Yet from you fully armed conceal his bow! </P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P> |
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