An English poem worthy of appreciation
Viola's Response to orsino in william shakespeare's Twelfth Night
Dialogue between Viola and the Duke in Twelfth Night william shakespeare
No woman's body can withstand the impact of such intense passion like the heart that love has given me.
A woman's small body must not stand the violent beating that love imposes on my heart;
No woman's heart is so big that it can hold so much.
A woman's heart is not broad enough to hide so much;
They lack memory.
They lack the ability to endure.
Alas, their love may be called appetite,
Alas, their love is like a person's taste.
The liver is not moving, but the palate,
Not from the internal organs, but from the tip of the tongue,
Suffer from excesses, cloying, and resistance;
If you eat too much, you will vomit;
But my stomach is as hungry as the sea, and I can digest so much.
But my love is like an ocean of hunger, which can digest everything.
Don't compare the love a woman can bear with the love I owe Olivia.
Don't compare the love a woman can have for me with my love for Olivia.
Alas, but I know
Oh, but I know
What do you know?
Do you think it's weird?
Know women's love for men too well.
I know very well what kind of love women have for men;
In faith, they are as sincere as we are.
Really, they are as sincere as we are.
My father has a daughter who loves a man.
My father had a daughter who fell in love with a man.
Maybe, if I were a woman, I should be ruled by you.
Just as I am a woman, I may fall in love with your highness.
What is her history?
What is her history?
Blank, my Lord.
It's just a blank, your highness
She never told her love,
She never tells anyone about her love,
But let hide, like a worm I bud,
Let the depression hidden in your heart be like a moth in bud,
Eat her brocade cheeks: she languishes in meditation,
Erosion of her blushing cheeks; She was pining for lovesickness,
With green and yellow blues.
Illness and sadness tormented her,
She sat patiently on the monument and smiled at the sadness.
Like the embodiment of "patience" engraved on the tombstone, sitting silently, smiling and facing sadness.
Is this really not love?
Isn't this true love?
We men may say more and swear more:
We men may talk more and scold more,
But in fact, our program is not just about will; Because we still prove a lot in our vows,
However, we always say more than we are determined to carry out; No matter how much we promised each other,
But it is rare in our love.
Our love is always so much.
Chapter II English Poetry Worth Appreciating
We are also the authors: A.A. Milne
Wherever I am, there is Winnie,
There is always Winnie and me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do it,
"Where are you going today?" Winnie said:
"Well, it's strange, because me too.
"Let's go together," said Winnie, and he said.
"Let's go together," said Winnie.
"How much is twice eleven?" I said to Winnie.
("Twice what?" Winnie said to me. )
"I think it should be 22."
"Just as I thought," said Winnie.
"This is not a simple number.
But that's the way it is, "said Winnie, who said.
"That's it," said Winnie.
"Let's go find the dragon," I said to Winnie.
"Yes, let's go," Winnie said to me.
We crossed the river and found some.
"Yes, those are dragons," said Winnie.
"I knew it as soon as I saw their beaks.
This is them, "said Pooh, who said.
"This is them," said Winnie.
"Let's scare the dragon," I said to Winnie.
"That's right," Winnie said to me.
"I'm not afraid," I said to Winnie.
I grabbed its paw and shouted "shh!
Stupid old dragon! "-and then they flew away.
"I'm not afraid," said Winnie, who said,
"I'm never afraid to be with you."
So wherever I am, there is Winnie,
There is always Winnie and me.
"What would I do?" I said to Winnie:
"If it weren't for you," said Winnie, "that's right.
One person is not interesting, but two people,
Winnie said, he said, you can stick together. "That's the way it is," said Winnie.
Three English Poems Worth Appreciation
Romeo and Juliet: Act V, Scene 3 by william shakespeare.
Oh, my love! My wife!
Death sucks the honey you breathe.
It has no influence on your beauty yet.
You have not been conquered.
Your lips and cheeks are still red.
The pale flag of death did not advance there.
Tybalt, are you lying in a bloody sheet?
Well, what else can I do for you,
Than use the hand that cuts your youth in half.
Is that your enemy who broke him?
Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
Why are you still so beautiful?
Should I believe that the death of nothingness is sentimental,
That thin, disgusting monster asked you to be his lover in the dark?
Because of fear, I will still be with you;
Never leave this dark palace again;
Here, I will stay with your maid bug;
Ah, I will sleep here,
Get rid of the bondage of the star of doom from this world-weary body.
Eyes, look at you for the last time!
Arms, one last hug! Lips,
Ah, the door of breathing is closed with the kiss of justice.
Eternal deal with absorbed death!
Come on, painful behavior, come on, nasty guide!
You desperate helmsman, run on the rocks at once, your tired bark of seasickness!
To my love!