One of the most beautiful English love poems: When you are old.
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy.
Take a nap by the fire and take down the book.
Reading slowly, dreaming of the gentle eyes.
Your eyes were once, and their shadows were deep.
How many people love your joyful and elegant moments.
Love your beauty with true or false love.
But there is one person who loves your pilgrim soul.
Love the sadness on your aging face;
Bend down by the glowing fireplace,
Whispering a little sadly, how love dies.
Pacing on the mountains overhead
Hide his face among the stars.
when you are old
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.
The most beautiful English love poem II: the miller's daughter
Tennyson's classic English love poem The Miller's Daughter
She is the miller's daughter,
That's the miller's daughter,
She became so cute, so cute,
She is so beautiful,
I will be the jewel.
That I hope it's jewelry.
Trembling in her ear:
Swing in her ear
Because it is hidden in curly hair day and night,
Hiding in her hair salon day and night.
I will touch her warm and white neck.
Lingering around her warm white neck.
I am the belt
I hope it's nepotism.
Her slender waist,
Wrapped around her slender waist
Her heart will beat against me.
I can make her heart beat so close to me.
In sadness and rest:
Whether you are sad or calm.
I should know if it beats correctly,
When I am eager to know how her heartbeat is
I'll hold on to it.
I can hold her tight.
I am the necklace,
I hope it's that necklace.
Everyone is eager to rise and fall.
Jump up and down all day
On her warm chest,
On her fragrant chest
Her laughter and sighs,
With her smile and sigh
I'll lie very light, very light,
Let me lie down gently
I seldom get untied at night.
I begged her not to take me away at night.
The most beautiful English love poem 3: I don't care-Sarah Tisdale
I don't care about American Sarah estelle.
When I die, bright April hangs over me.
Shake out her rain-soaked hair,
Although you should lean on me and break your heart.
I don't care.
I will have peace, as peaceful as a leafy tree.
When the rain bends the branches;
I will be more silent and cold.
Better than you are now.
I'm back, April is gentle,
Drift like rain.
Your heart broke when you snuggled up,
It bothers me.
If I want to support Ye Maolin by law, I will remain silent.
When the rain falls on the branches, the branches bow their heads.
I am still silent, colder,
Win the championship.