So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still be as bright. 好吧,我们不再一起漫游,消磨这幽深的夜晚,尽管这颗心仍旧爱着,尽管月光还那么灿烂。For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul outwears the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And...
For the sword outwears it's sheath And the soul wears out the breast And the heart must pause to breathe And love itself have rest Though the night was made for loving And the day returns too so...
Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright.For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon...
For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast. Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence. There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all ...
or Shelley 'a nerve o'er which do creep the else unfelt oppressions of this earth,' or Byron when 'the soul wears out the breast' as 'the sword outwears its sheath,' he is never the bundle of accident and incoherence that sits down to breakfast; he has been reborn as an idea, som...