Poem: La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente
上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente
上海龙凤shlf最新地址My limbs are wasted with a flame,
My feet are sore with travelling,
For, calling on my Lady's name,
My lips have now forgot to sing.
上海龙凤shlf最新地址O Linnet in the wild-rose brake
上海龙凤shlf最新地址Strain for my Love thy melody,
上海龙凤shlf最新地址O Lark sing louder for love's sake,
上海龙凤shlf最新地址My gentle Lady passeth by.
上海龙凤shlf最新地址She is too fair for any man
上海龙凤shlf最新地址To see or hold his heart's delight,
Fairer than Queen or courtesan
Or moonlit water in the night.
Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,
上海龙凤shlf最新地址(Green leaves upon her golden hair!)
Green grasses through the yellow sheaves
Of autumn corn are not more fair.
Her little lips, more made to kiss
Than to cry bitterly for pain,
Are tremulous as brook-water is,
Or roses after evening rain.
上海龙凤shlf最新地址Her neck is like white melilote
Flushing for pleasure of the sun,
上海龙凤shlf最新地址The throbbing of the linnet's throat
上海龙凤shlf最新地址Is not so sweet to look upon.
上海龙凤shlf最新地址As a pomegranate, cut in twain,
White-seeded, is her crimson mouth,
Her cheeks are as the fading stain
Where the peach reddens to the south.
O twining hands! O delicate
上海龙凤shlf最新地址White body made for love and pain!
上海龙凤shlf最新地址O House of love! O desolate
Pale flower beaten by the rain!