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名人诗歌|How Do I Love Thee ?

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How do I love thee?Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height toMy soul can reach,when feeling out of sight.For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of everydaysMost quiet need,by sun and candlelight.I love thee freely,as men strive for Right;I love thee purely,as they turn from Praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs,and with my childhoods faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath,Smiles,tears,of all my life!- and,if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death.


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