How do I love you (Mrs. Browning (English))
How do I love you? Let me break it down one by one.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love you as much as my heart can reach
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
Depth, breadth, and height - just as I seek
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
Xuan Ming of God’s presence and profound grace.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love you to the level of sunlight and candle flame
I love thee to the level of everyday's
It goes without saying that every day needs it. I love you without thought
Most quiet, by sun and candle-light
Like men fighting for justice;
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love you purely, as they bow before praise.
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love you with the faith of my childhood; I love you
I love thee with the passion put to use
With enthusiasm, just like the bitterness of the past;
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith
I love you, resist I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
I love you with my whole life
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
Breath, smile and tears - if it is God's
Smiles, tears, and all my life -- and, if God choose;
I mean, then, I will love you even more after I die!
I shall but love thee better after death
If you love me wholeheartedly, don’t do it for any reason, just love me because of love! Don't say
"I love her beautiful smile, her beautiful face, and
her soft words, her thoughtfulness and wisdom,
and I have a deep tacit understanding of understanding, which once brought me
full of joy and joy on days like that”----
Dear, because All of this may
change and be lost because of you, ---- and love may
be reunited because of it, or separated because of it. Don't love me either
Just because you have mercy on me and can't bear my tears;
Your long-lasting comfort naturally makes me forget to cry,
But maybe I no longer love you because of this!
Just love me for the sake of love, so that love can last, continue, and never end. Selected poems: Please say it again. I love you. I said it again, please. Say it to me again, say "I love you!" Even if you repeat it over and over again, you will regard it as a "cuckoo song"; remember, in the green mountains and green forests, in the valleys and fields, If she lacks the string of cuckoo syllables, even if the fresh spring comes covered with green clothes, it will not be perfect. Love, the surroundings are so dark, and the only sounds in the ears are the panic of the heart, in the painful uneasiness. , I shouted: "Say it again: I love you!" Who can think of too many stars, each star is rotating in the space; Who can think of too many flowers, every flower is filled with spring. Say, you love me, you love me, ringing the silver bell! Just remember, you have to love me with your soul, in silence. Mrs. Browning: Portuguese Sonnets 1 I remembered that the Greek poets once sang: Year after year, the good time comes in eager hope, each brings a gift to the world - old age Or young.
When I thought like this, sighing at the poet's ancient tune, through the illusion that gradually unfolded in my tearful eyes, I saw that the happy years, the sad years - my own years, passed by me one after another with dark shadows. body. Immediately afterwards, I realized (I cried) that there was a mysterious black shadow moving behind me, and grabbed my hair, pulled me back, and there was a shout (I was just struggling): " Who caught you this time? Guess!" "Death," I replied. Listen, that silver bell-like echo: "It's not death, it's love!" 2 But in God's entire universe, only three people have heard your words: except you who speak, and me who obeys. , that is him - God Himself! One of us came out to answer; the dark curse fell on my eyelids, blocking you from my sight. Even if I closed my eyes and put heavy "eye candy", I wouldn't be so completely cut off. Alas, God's "No!" is more powerful than anyone else. Otherwise, the world's slanders can't separate us, and no matter how stormy the storm is, it can't shake that steadfastness; Our hands will reach out across the mountains and touch each other; One day, The sky rolled between us, and we swore to the stars to hold on tighter.
For others, see: /html/2004/09/20040914072349 -1.htmYou'll love me yet By Robert Browning You'll love me yet,——And I can tarry (You will always love me one day——I can wait) ) Your love's protracted growing; (Your love grows slowly) June rear'd that bunch of flowers you carry, (The bunch of flowers you carry are also planted in April) From seeds of April's sowing. I plant a heartful now; some seed (I plant a heartful of seeds now) At least is sure to strike, (at least one or two will take root and sprout) And yield----what you'll not pluck indeed. (You don't want to pick the flowers that bloom) Not love,but,may be,like. (It's not love, maybe you like it a little) You'll look at least on love's remains, A grave's one violet; Your look? ----that pays a thousand pains. What's death? You' ll love me yet! (What is death? You will love me one day)