Sweet sorceress, dear foe to every gift God stored for action in my languid frame--
A shame arose betwixt my Love and me. I am not worthy to be called her own.
Aunque ungiste el umbral y ensalivaste no pudo penetrar, lamida y suave,
O happy day! From morn till midnight tolled, I passed the hours beneath my lady's eye;
She on the jealous gods' Olympian hill, Unrecognized as mortal, might have taken
I play the masquer to the world, I grant, I flash the spangles of my art before
When I remember, Love, the happy hours That came too rarely, and appeared too brief,
Entrando en ti, cabeza con cabeza, pelo con pelo, boca contra boca:
The fane I build on this foundation stone Which seems to me the most immortal part
Her mouth, that scarlet herald of her heart, Pouts just a little, but enough to tell
When I consider what a time has flown, Shaping this planet to the thing we see,
O World, I owe thee nothing; I have had Not even my wages from thy niggard hand,
'Tis hard, 'tis hard, but it must be endured; Nor through our suffering can I see the end
In truth, Love, but a single hope remains-- The hope to win thee at the bitter end
Alisia y Cloris abren de par en par la puerta y torpes, con el dorso de la mano haragana,
El émbolo brillante y engrasado embiste jubiloso la ranura
They who have heard my song esteem the strain As public music, rhymes of common worth,
Hail! dearest day of all the storied year! Belated songsters of the withering wood,
Mais je l'ai vu si peu! disiez-vous l'autre jour. Et moi, vous ai-je vue en effet davantage?
Sobre el rojo diván de seda intacta, con dibujos de exótica graminea,
El paso no, del Dios, sino la huella escrita entre las líneas de la piedra
When at confession by thy knee I kneel, I must reveal a thousand sins to hate,
If it has been the misery of my fate To mix too closely with the knave and fool,
I cannot tell what charms my lady finds In this dull face, huge form and sullen soul;
De amor tentado un penitente un día, con nieve un busto de mujer formaba,
A golden circle for my lady's hand, Crowned with a ruby 'twixt the outspread wings
The color of my lady's hair is brown; A hot, rich brown, shot through with fiery gold;
Once as I slumbered, with my heart awake-- Love's lonely sentinel--my lady stood,
I cannot tell thee, Sweet, what tenderness Flows from my heart, through chequered hopes and fears--
If Grecian Helen pleaded with the tongue The Chian lent her--sweetest tongue of earth!
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