My Love Is Like to Ice (Angol)
My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceedeing heat Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold, But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, And feel my flames augmented mainfold?
What more miraculous thing may be told, That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice, And ice, which is congeal'd withd senseless cold, Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind. Feltöltő | Fábián József |
Az idézet forrása | Art of poetry: How to read a poem,Shira Wolosky, 2001., Oxford University Press, ebook, mobi |
Könyvoldal (tól–ig) | loc:1126 |
Megjelenés ideje | 2001. |
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