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作词 : Elizabeth Barrett Browning
作曲 : Michael Hoppé
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most 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 use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With 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.
作曲 : Michael Hoppé
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most 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 use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With 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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[00:00.000] 作词 : Elizabeth Barrett Browning [00:01.000] 作曲 : Michael Hoppé [00:06.48]How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. [00:11.21]I love thee to the depth and breadth and height [00:15.20]My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight [00:18.18]For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. [00:22.65]I love thee to the level of everyday's [00:25.04]Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. [00:29.37]I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; [00:34.36]I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. [00:37.85]I love thee with the passion put to use [00:40.62]In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. [00:45.00]I love thee with a love I seemed to lose [00:47.52]With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath, [00:51.68]Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose, [00:57.65]I shall but love thee better after death.
