I have heard love talked in my early youth,
And since, not so long back but that the flowers
Then gathered, smell still. Mussulmans and Giaours
Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping. Polypheme’s white tooth
Slips on the nut if, after frequent showers,
The shell is over-smooth,—and not so much
Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate
Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such
Through sorrow and sickness, to bring souls to touch,
And think it soon when others cry “Too late.”
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1 gainsay | |
v.否认,反驳 | |
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2 lover | |
n.情人,恋人;爱好者 | |
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