About 1 minute English poetry reading

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English poetry about 1 minute 1 song for Celia

Song of Celia

Author: Ben Jonson

Ben Jonson

Just use your eyes to drink to me.

Drink to me with your eyes.

I will swear by my oath.

I'll drink to you with mine, too.

Or leave a kiss, but in the cup.

Or just leave a kiss in the cup.

I'm not looking for wine either.

I will never pursue wine again.

Desire rising from the depths of the soul

This longing comes from my soul.

Please drink a sacred glass of wine.

Eager to sip this sacred cup.

But can I drink Jupiter's nectar?

Even if you give me the nectar of God.

I won't change for you.

I won't exchange a drop of yours.

I sent you a rose ring.

Me, Zeng Zeng, you, the rose ring.

I don't have that much respect for you

Not to show my respect.

Give it a hope.

Just ask it to carry hope.

It won't wither

Hope will never fail.

But you only breathe there.

You spit lightly.

And sent it back to me.

And then returned it.

I swear, when did it start to grow and smell?

Since then, it has been vigorous and fragrant.

Not itself. But you

But I believe you did a great job.

About 1 min English Poetry 2 I am a fallen leaf.

I am a fallen leaf.

By Xi mo Tr. Donghai xianzi

Curtains are being drawn in autumn.

Autumn is getting deeper.

Dark green is mixed with dusk.

Dark green mixed with dusk

After leaving the twig

After leaving the branch

Once again, I was incited by an ironic smile.

Once again aroused a sneer.

How contemptuous!

How disdainful

In winter, I also smiled contemptuously.

Winter also smiled contemptuously.

Approaching the wandering body.

Approaching the wandering body

I can't find my own root

Can't find their roots.

Close to my hometown, but called an alien.

Approaching my hometown, I was called a stranger.

About 1 min English Poetry 3 Keats "That day came and all the sweetness was gone"

One day passed and all the sweets were gone!

That day came and all the sweetness was lost!

Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hands, soft breasts,

Sweet voice, sweet lips, crisp breasts, slender fingers,

Warm breath, soft voice, gentle semitone,

Warm breath, soft bass, whispering,

Bright eyes, perfect figure and slim waist!

Bright eyes, graceful posture and soft waist!

Withered the flower and all its budding charm,

Withered, the charm of all flowers blooming,

The beautiful sight faded from my eyes,

Withered, the beauty I saw with my own eyes,

Fade the beautiful outline from my arms,

Withered, my beautiful body in my arms,

Fading sound, warmth, whiteness, heaven-

Faded, soft, warm, pure and happy?

Disappeared untimely on the eve,

All this vanished untimely at dusk,

When dusk holidays or sacred nights

When dusk, holiday dusk, the night of love.

The fragrant curtain of love began to weave.

Began to weave dim warp and weft carefully.

Dark latitude is thick, hidden happiness;

So as to cover the hidden joy with fragrant curtains;

But, as the love story I read today,

But I finished reading all the love books today.

He will let me sleep because I am fasting and praying.

When he sees me fasting and praying, he will let me sleep.