英文詩歌欣賞6首(編輯修改稿)
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【文章內(nèi)容簡介】 tempers then to bear． And I have borne （oh what have I not borne！） The pang of jealousy， the insults of scorn． Wearied at length， I from your sight remove， And place my future hopes in secret love． In the gay bloom of glowing youth retired， I quit the womans joy to be admired， With that small pension your hard heart allows， Renounce your fortune， and release your vows． To custom （though unjust） so much is due； I hide my frailty from the public view． My conscience clear， yet sensible of shame， My life I hazard， to preserve my fame． And I prefer this low inglorious state To vile dependence on the thing I hate—— But you pursue me to this last retreat． Dragged into light， my tender crime is shown And every circumstance of fondness known． Beneath the shelter of the law you stand， And urge my ruin with a cruel hand， While to my fault thus rigidly severe， Tamely submissive to the man you fear． This wretched outcast， this abandoned wife， Has yet this joy to sweeten shameful life： By your mean conduct， infamously loose， You are at once my accuser and excuse． Let me be damned by the censorious prude （Stupidly dull， or spiritually lewd）， My hapless case will surely pity find From every just and reasonable mind． When to the final sentence I submit， The lips condemn me， but their souls a
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