Three Western Romantic Poems 1 To Sick Children of the Century-Hugo
In the suffocating air, if you
Still so pale,
When I saw you step into the shadow of my destiny,
I suck, you are a child;
If we find that our age chains are connected,
I will bow,
Look at you, let death come to me,
Let the ghost who peeps at you go far away;
If your hands are so pale and weak,
When you are in the cradle
Trembling, as if waiting for the wings to grow,
Like a bird;
If I can't see your ruddy, strong and laughter,
If you fall into a sad dream,
If you don't turn it off
The door behind him;
If I can't see you like a beauty
Walk healthily, laugh quickly,
if you like
Weak elves who don't want to stay,
I think in this world, the shroud sometimes
As a baby,
You come and leave, you take me away.
Baby.
Three Western Romantic Poems 2 "She walks in the glory of beauty"
George Gordon Byron
( 1)
She walked in the beautiful light, like the night.
Bright, cloudless and starry;
The most beautiful color of light and shade.
In her appearance and eyes:
The dazzling day is too bright,
It is softer and darker than that light.
(2)
Increase or decrease part of the light and shade.
Will damage this unspeakable beauty.
Beauty undulates in her black hair,
Or send out a faint light
On that face, calm thoughts
Point out that it is pure and precious.
(3)
Ah, that forehead, that bright cheek,
So gentle, calm, affectionate,
Charming smile, luster on the face,
Are interpreting a kind life:
She is satisfied with everything in the world,
Her heart is full of pure love!
Three Western Romantic Poems
George Gordon Byron
The night wind sighs softly,
Whispering softly on the waves,
Because sleep closes my eyes,
Peace will never leave her pillow.
Or play a game stolen from heaven.
Wonderful Shen Feng music,
The lingering sound intoxicated her,
The dream of love soothed her soul.
But the night wind controlled itself,
Please sigh in the softest voice,
Don't let the wings of the breeze dare
Blow off brown hair.
The night wind blows coolness!
Ah! Don't wrinkle those white eyelids,
Because there is only exciting morning light,
In order to awaken the joy hidden in the fundus.
Bless those lips and blue eyes,
Dear Fanny, may your sleep be sacred!
May those lips never sigh,
Wake up and stop crying.
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