Byron's classic English poems-to m.s.g. for m.s.g
When I dream that you love me, you will forgive me;
Don't be surprised if I dream that you love me.
Don't extend your anger to sleep;
Don't get angry when you sleep;
Because only in illusion can your love exist.
Your love only exists in dreams.
I stood up and it made me cry.
Wake up, I have tears in my eyes.
So, morpheus! My ability to quickly surround me,
Sleeping god! Shut my mind,
Give me your laziness;
Let sleepiness flow all over me;
If tonight's dream is similar to last time,
May the good dreams tonight be similar to last night:
How ecstatic I am!
As charming as a fairyland!
They tell us that sleeping, dead sisters,
I heard that sleeping? Sister of death,
The symbol of death is given;
It is also a sample of death;
Resigned, how I long to give up my fragile breath,
If the kingdom of heaven tastes like this,
If this is a sign of heaven!
May death come soon!
Ah! Don't frown, dear lady, stretch your soft forehead,
Shu Mei, show your eyes, beauty, and calm down.
Don't think that I am too happy in this respect;
Have I ever been elated;
If I commit a crime in my dream, I will atone for it now.
The evil in the dream needs to be liquidated: happiness.
Therefore, it is doomed to stare at happiness.
I can only stare blankly.
Although in illusion, dear lady, maybe you will smile,
In the dream, maybe you smile,
Oh! Don't think that my penance is insufficient!
It's not enough to say that I was punished!
When your dreams confuse my sleep,
Fell asleep and was deceived by dreams; Wake up,
It's enough to wake up.
How can you stand this kind of torture!
Byron Classic English Poetry II Lachin Y Gail Qin Le Gai Yi
Go away, your happy scenery, your rose garden!
Go, rich scenery, rose garden!
Now you let luxury minions roam;
Let the rich darling roam in your place;
Give me back the rock where the snowflake lives,
Give me back the Rockies? Snow white's residence,
Although their freedom and love are still sacred:
Although they promised love and freedom;
However, Caledonian, love is your mountain,
Caledonians! I worship your mountain,
Around their white summit, despite the elemental war;
Despite the stormy peak,
Although cataract foam replaces the smooth flowing fountain,
No spring water flows, but waterfalls fly,
I sigh for the dark valley.
I still miss that gloomy Lochner!
Ah! There, my young footsteps wander;
Ah! I used to go there to play when I was young.
My hat is a bonnet, and my cloak is plaid;
Wearing a hat and a plaid coat;
My memory of the chief is long gone,
Thinking of the chiefs who have been dead for many years,
I strode through the clearing covered with pine trees every day.
I walk through the woodlands under the shade of Song Ke every day.
I didn't look for my home until the dying glory of the day.
Until the day runs out of dim light,
Give way to the bright light of Polaris;
I didn't go home until the North Star shone in the sky.
Because fantasy is inspired by traditional stories,
The stories circulated aroused people's charming reverie.
According to the locals in nagar, the Lake of Darkness.
Did the mountain people say that? In the darkness of Lochner.
Shadow of death! Didn't I hear your voice?
? The soul of the dead! Didn't I hear that?
Rise in the night wind?
Are you shouting in the angry wind sweeping through the night?
Of course, the hero's soul is happy,
The hero's soul will smile,
Riding the wind, flying over his own highland valley.
Riding the wind in the valley of my hometown.
When the mist of the storm gathers,
When snowstorm fans gathered in Lochner,
Winter arrival in his cold car:
The winter god came to this world in an ice car,
The clouds there surround my father's figure;
Clouds surround the image of our ancestors,
They lived in a dark storm.
In that storm? In the darkness of Lochner.
Sick Starr? D was brave, but he didn't anticipate anything.
? Unlucky soldier! Without foresight.
Tell you that fate has abandoned your career?
Fate abandoned your career? "
Ah! Are you destined to die in Carloden,
You were destined to die in Carloden,
Victory will not crown your failure with applause;
There will be no cheers of victory to reward you!
You are still happy in the deep sleep of death,
Fortunately, in your tribe,
You and your people rest in caves in Bremar;
In brema cave, you sleep underground;
Pibrok echoed with the loud voice of the piper,
The loud bagpipes spread your story,
Your deeds echoed in the dark Lake nagar.
Is there a response from the mountains? In the darkness of Lochner.
Since I left you, the years have passed,
Locknell, how much time has passed since I left!
Before I set foot on you again, it must be several years:
It will take too many teenagers to see you again!
The lush greenery and flowers of nature have gone away from you.
Although nature didn't give you flowers and shade,
However, you are still lovelier in Biar than in the plains of Bonn.
You are kinder than Albin vilen.
England! Your beauty is tame and domestic.
In the eyes of wanderers returning from distant mountains,
To a man roaming in a distant mountain:
England! Your beauty is too tame Wen Ya;
Oh, for that wild and majestic cliff!
How I miss the rugged and majestic stone peaks!
The dark nagar Lake's steep and magnificent scenery!
That angry miracle, that gloomy Lochner!
If Byron's classic English poems are sometimes in places frequented by people, if they are occasionally crowded,
If sometimes in places where people hang out
If it is crowded occasionally,
Your image on my chest may fade,
I've forgotten your voice for a while,
The lonely moment is coming again.
Soon, your gentle and quiet shadow
The appearance of your gentle shadow:
Back to my lonely moment;
Now is a time of sadness and silence.
Now, that silent moment
So many of you can still recover,
Take you back in time,
Unknown sadness may pour out
No one will tell you the sadness that no one has seen.
She used to dare not say sigh.
Sadness that I didn't dare to pour out before
Oh, excuse me, in the crowd.
Forgive me for wasting time sometimes.
I wasted an idea that I owe you,
That should focus on your thoughts,
And self-reproach, as if smiling,
I blame myself for forcing a smile,
Cheating on your memory!
I failed to devote myself to remembering you.
And I don't think memories are so precious,
It seems that I have never mourned, that is by no means.
Then I don't seem to complain;
Do not know how to cherish the past;
I don't want fools to hear it.
I don't want a fool to hear my sadness;
A sigh that belongs to you completely.
For you, only for you!
If the goblet is not full,
Pass a cup and hold a cup, I won't refuse,
Exile worries are never exhausted;
But not to send sadness;
The cup must contain a deadly airflow,
The toxin in the cup is stronger,
That brought desperate forgetting.
Forget the despair in my heart.
Forgetting can make my soul
? Forget? Or you can put my soul
Free from all her troubled fantasies,
Free from all kinds of interference;
I will rush to the sweetest bowl on earth.
If it dares to drown your mind,
Drowned an idea about you.
I want to break that golden cup!
Because if you disappear from my mind,
If you disappear from my mind,
Where can my empty mind turn?
Where does this blank mind turn?
Who will stay?
Who stayed and insisted at that time?
Salute to your abandoned urn?
Cleaning your abandoned grave?
No, no. This is my sad pride
Is my sad mood proud?
This last dear duty is completed;
Fulfill this ultimate lofty responsibility;
Although the whole world has forgotten,
Even if the whole world forgets you,
I still remember that meeting.
As long as I am here, I will always remember!
Because I know very well that this is the way it is.
Because I know that a long time ago,
You take care of him gently, now
How gentle you are to him;
Those who are not awakened will leave this world,
No one will mourn his death in the future,
Nobody pays attention to him except you:
You are the only one who missed him;
And oh! I think this is a gift from heaven.
The kindness I got from you.
A blessing that never meant anything to me;
Should never belong to me;
You are too much like a dream in heaven.
You are like a dream in heaven,
Because earthly love is worth you.
Earthly love is not worth climbing.