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SHE was a phantom1 of delight
When first she gleam‘d upon my sight; A lovely apparition2, sent Her eyes as stars of twilight4 fair; Like twilight‘s, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn5 From May-time and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay6. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, A countenance8 in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature‘s daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles9, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene10 The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate11 will, Endurance, foresight12, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly plann‘d, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light. 点击收听单词发音
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