Had we but world enough, and time This coyness, Lady, were no crim We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love’s day Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain.I would Love you ten years before the Flood And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow.
Sonnet 98 by William Shakespeare From you have I been absent in the spring When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell of different flowers in order and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play.
One Cigarette By Edwin Morgan
No smoke without you, my fire. After you left, your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal of so much love. One cigarette in the non-smoker's tray. As the last spire trembles up, a sudden draught blows it winding into my face. Is it smell, is it taste? You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips. Out with the light. Let the smoke lie back in the dark. Till I hear the very ash sigh down among the flowers of brass I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.
（阿栀的晚安吻(*/∇＼*)） “Good night”
[00:00.000]To his coy mistress [00:04.000]by Andrew Marvell [00:04.960] [00:06.050]Had we but world enough, and time [00:10.020]This coyness, Lady, were no crim [00:13.300]We would sit down and think which way [00:16.059]To walk and pass our long love’s day [00:20.040]Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side [00:24.510]Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide [00:26.550]Of Humber would complain.I would [00:30.150]Love you ten years before the Flood [00:32.600]And you should, if you please, refuse [00:37.440]Till the conversion of the Jews. [00:41.480]My vegetable love should grow [00:43.590]Vaster than empires, and more slow. [00:48.590] [00:50.090]Sonnet 98 [00:51.090]by William Shakespeare [00:53.590]From you have I been absent in the spring [00:57.590]When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim [01:02.590]Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing [01:05.590]That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. [01:10.590]Yet nor the lays of birds [01:12.590]nor the sweet smell of different flowers [01:15.090]in order and in hue [01:18.090]Could make me any summer's story tell [01:21.090]Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; [01:27.390]Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, [01:30.390]Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; [01:33.590]They were but sweet, but figures of delight, [01:39.590]Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. [01:45.590]Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, [01:53.000]As with your shadow I with these did play. [01:58.000] [01:59.000]One Cigarette [02:01.000]By Edwin Morgan [02:03.800] [02:04.800]No smoke without you, my fire. [02:06.500]After you left, your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray [02:13.300]and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey [02:18.700]I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal of so much love. [02:24.700]One cigarette in the non-smoker's tray. [02:31.700]As the last spire trembles up, [02:34.700]a sudden draught blows it winding into my face. [02:38.500]Is it smell, is it taste? [02:42.700]You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips. [02:48.200]Out with the light. [02:50.200]Let the smoke lie back in the dark. [02:56.200]Till I hear the very ash sigh down among the flowers of brass [03:04.000]I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss. [03:12.200] [03:13.000]（阿栀的晚安吻(*/∇＼*)） [03:14.500]“Good night”
