Sonnet145 by William Shakespeare 莎翁十四行诗 第145篇 | 英语名家诗篇

SONNET 145Those lips that Love's own hand did makeBreathed forth the sound that said 'I hate,'To me that languish'd for her sake:But when she saw my woeful state,Straight in her heart did mercy come,Chiding that tongue that ever sweetWas used in giving gentle doom,And taught it thus anew to greet:'I hate' she alter'd with an end,That follow'd it as gentle dayDoth follow night, who like a fiendFrom heaven to hell is flown away;   'I hate' from hate away she threw,   And saved my life, saying -- 'not you.'作者介绍：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；主播介绍：苑溪仙，教过多年英语，热爱阳光鲜花甜食和运动，喜欢古典文学，喜欢念书写作，喜欢傻傻地胡思乱想…