21 Ağustos 2010

Sonnet 144

Sonnets of William Shakespeare


Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell:
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

4 yorum:

  1. ve matias usulca babile dgru yol alır..
    hos kal..

  2. Thanks a million for your contribution :)

  3. yarısmadan ihrac edildim..

    ''oneli olan katılmaktı:)

    bunu soyleyeni sallandırmak lazım:)
    ya niye kazanmanın onemini hice sayarlar ki?
    biri de cıkıp Allah kahretsin kazanamadım desin yahu:)