标题：第十三首

内容：
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EEB第十三首EBB _Sonnets from the Portuguese_, No.

XIII你可是要我把对你涌起的恩情，And wilt thou ha十ve me fashion into speech形之于言词，而且还觉得十分充裕；The love I bear thee, finding words enough,不管有多猛的风，高举起火炬，And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough让光辉，从两张脸儿间，把我俩照明？

Between our faces, to cast light on each?

--我却把它掉在你脚边，没法命令I drop it thy feet.

I cannot teach我的手托着我的心灵，那么远距My hands to hold my spirit so far off自己；难道我就能借文字作契据，From myself .

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that I should bring thee proof掏给你看、那无从抵达的十爱十情In words, of love hid in me out of reach.

在我的心坎？

不，我宁愿表达Nay, let the silence of my womanhood女十性十的十爱十凭她的贞静，而换来command my woman-love to thy belief, --你的谅解－－看见我终不曾软化，Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,任你怎样地央求，我只是咬紧着嘴，And rend the garment of my life, in brief,狠心撕十裂着生命的衣裙；生怕By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,这颗心一经接触，就泄露了悲哀。

Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.

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