Sonnet108 by William Shakespeare 莎翁十四行诗 第108篇 苑溪仙朗读

What's in the brain that ink may character,Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit?What's new to speak, what new to register,That may express my love or thy dear merit?Nothing sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,I must, each day say o'er the very same;Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.So that eternal love in love's fresh caseWeighs not the dust and injury of age,Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,But makes antiquity for aye his page,Finding the first conceit of love there bredWhere time and outward form would show it dead.莎翁十四行诗风靡全世界…在这些瑰丽的诗篇中，莎翁以其独到的思想、高超的诗艺，歌颂了友谊和爱情，表达了对人世炎凉的针砭嘲讽，体现了对真善美的无限追求和对假恶丑的无比憎恨……作者：William Shakespeare（威廉·莎士比亚），1564-1616，英国文学史上最杰出的戏剧家，欧洲文艺复兴时期最重要、最伟大的作家；朗读：苑溪仙