2010_1_16 From Sonnets from th Portuguese (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. ³»°¡ ´ç½ÅÀ» ¾ó¸¶³ª »ç¶ûÇÏ´ÂÁö Çì¾Æ·Áº¾´Ï´Ù.
I love the to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace, ºñ·Ï ±× ³¡ÀÌ º¸ÀÌÁö ¾Ê¾Æµµ ÂüµÈ Á¸Àç¿Í ÀÌ»óÀûÀÎ ¹Ì¿¡ ³» ¿µÈ¥ÀÌ µµ´ÞÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â ±íÀÌ¿Í Æø°ú ³ôÀ̸¸Å ´ç½ÅÀ» »ç¶ûÇÕ´Ï´Ù.
I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. ÅÂ¾ç ¹Ø¿¡¼³ª ÃÐºÒ ¾Æ·¡¼³ª ³ª³¯ÀÇ ¾ãÀº °æ°è±îÁöµµ »ç¶ûÇÕ´Ï´Ù.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. ±Ç¸®¸¦ ÁÖÀåÇϵíÀÌ ÀÚÀ¯·Ó°Ô ´ç½ÅÀ» »ç¶ûÇÕ´Ï´Ù. ĪÂù¿¡¼ µ¹¾Æ¼µí ¼ø¼öÇÏ°Ô ´ç½ÅÀ» »ç¶ûÇÕ´Ï´Ù.
I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. ¿¾ ½½ÇÄ¿¡ ½ñ¾Ò´ø Á¤¿·Î¼ »ç¶ûÇÏ°í ³» ¾î¸± Àû ¹ÏÀ½À¸·Î »ç¶ûÇÕ´Ï´Ù.