标题：第十七首

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EEB第十七首EBB Sonnets from the Portuguese, No.

XVII我的诗人，在上帝的宇宙里，从洪荒My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes到终极，那参差的音律，无一不能God set between His After and Before,从你的指尖弹出。

你一挥手And strike up and strike off the general roar就打断了人世间熙熙攘攘的声十浪十，Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats奏出清音，在空气里悠然荡漾；In a serene air purely.

Antidotes那柔和的旋律，象一剂凉十药十，把安慰Of medicated music, answering for带给痛苦的心灵。

上帝派给你Mankinds forlornest uses, thou canst pour这一个职司，而吩咐我伺候你。

From thence into their ears.

Gods will devotes亲十爱十的，你打算把我怎样安排？

－－Thine to such ends, and mine to wait on thine.

作为一个希望、给欢乐地歌唱？

还是How, Dearest, wilt thou ha十ve me for most use?

缠十绵的回忆、溶化入抑扬的音调？

A hope, to sing by gladly?

..

. or a fine还是棕榈，还是松树－－那一树绿荫Sad memory, with thy songs to interfuse?

让你在底下歌唱；还是一个青冢，A shade, in which to sing .

..

of palm or pine?

唱倦了，你来这里躺下？

请挑吧。

A gra十ve, on which to rest from singing?

..

Choose.

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