Easter Wings by George Herbett(1593-1633) Lord,who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poore: With thee Olet me rise As larks,harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories: Then shall the fall further the fight in me. My tender age in sorrow did beginne: And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sinne, That I became Most thinne. With thee Let me combine And feel this day thy victorie: For,if I imp my wing on thine Affiction shall advance the flight in me
Easter Wings by George Herbett(1593-1633)
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复活节的翅膀 上帝，你创造的人原来都很富有健康， 他却傻瓜地把所有财富全部丢光， 一步步走向败落， 结果竟变得 贫穷无比： 啊，让我 和你一道升起， 像云雀那样，和谐地， 同声歌唱这一天你的胜利： 让人类的堕落促使我的心灵高飞。 我从幼年开始就在痛苦中度过， 你后来又用疾病和耻辱 如此惩罚我的罪过， 以至于我变得 无比瘦弱。 让我和你 啊，联成一体， 感受今日你的胜利： 因为，要是我接上你的翅膀， 痛苦的经历将助我的心灵随你高飞！
复活节的翅膀 上帝，你创造的人原来都很富有健康， 他却傻瓜地把所有财富全部丢光， 一步步走向 败落， 结果竟变得 贫穷无比； 啊，让我 和你一道升起， 像云雀那样，和谐地， 同声歌唱这一天 你的胜利： 让人类的堕落 促使 我的心灵 高飞。 我 从幼年 开始 就在 痛苦中 度过， 你后来又用 疾病和耻辱 如此惩罚我的罪过， 以至于我变得 无比瘦弱。 让我和你 啊， 联成一体， 感受今日 你的胜利； 因为，要是我接上你的翅膀， 痛苦的经历 将助我的心灵 随你 高飞!
Lord,who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poore: With thee O let me rise As larks,harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories: Then shall the fall further the flight in me. My tender age in sorrow did beginne And still with sicknesses and shame. Thou didst so punish sinne, That I became Most thinne. With thee Let me combine, And feel thy victorie: For,if I imp my wing on thine, Affliction shall advance the flight in me
Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poore: With thee O let me rise As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories: Then shall the fall further the flight in me. My tender age in sorrow did beginne And still with sicknesses and shame. Thou didst so punish sinne, That I became Most thinne. With thee Let me combine, And feel thy victorie: For, if I imp my wing on thine, Affliction shall advance the flight in me
L(a le af Fa 11 s) one 1 iness by E.E.Cummings(1894-1962)
L(a le af Fa ll s) one l iness by E. E. Cummings(1894-1962)
