Sonnet 18
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;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
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 grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Sonnet 18LRC歌词
[00:09.20]Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
[00:13.37]Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
[00:17.00]Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
[00:20.42]And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
[00:24.43]Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
[00:28.16]And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
[00:31.64]And every fair from fair sometime declines,
[00:35.68]By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
[00:40.40]But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
[00:44.89]Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
[00:48.48]Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
[00:52.58]When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
[00:57.03]So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
[01:01.45]So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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