Romance is a kind of self-cultivation and a style of life. No matter what your age, always maintain a romantic feeling. I have compiled English poems about romance, welcome to read!
English poems about romance 1
the canonization declares sanctification
for god's sake hold your tongue , and
Let me love;
or chide my palsy, or my gout;
my five gray hairs, or ruin'd fortune flout;
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with wealth your state, your mind with
arts improve;
take you a course, get you a place,
observe his honor , or his grace ;
or the king's real, or his stamp'd face
contemplate ; what you will, approve,
so you will let me love.
For God’s sake, please shut up and let me love;
You can accuse me of having a stroke and gout,
You can laugh at my gray temples and homelessness. The road is poor,
I wish you a literary talent, promotion and wealth,
You can choose a route to seek an official position,
value the glory and grace bestowed by the emperor. ,
Admire Yurong or his golden face.
Of course you have to look at your path with admiration,
But you have to let me love you.
alas ! alas ! who's injured by my love?
what merchant's ships have my sighs
drown'd?
who says my tears have overflow'd his
ground?
when did my colds a forward spring
remove?
when did the heats which my veins fill
add one more to the plaguy bill?
soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out
still
litigious men, which quarrels move,
though she and i do love.
Alas, alas, who will my love hinder?
We sigh and sink. Whose merchant ship did I cross?
Whose fields were flooded by my tears?
I had a cold, how could I delay the arrival of spring?
I had a fever, it was so hot My blood is burning,
Have I ever added one more death toll from the plague?
Soldiers seek war, and lawyers
recruit quarrelsome litigants,
It has nothing to do with her falling in love with me.
call's what you will, we are made such by love;
call her one, me another fly,
we're tapers too, and at our own cost die,
and we in us find th' eagle and the dove.
the phoenix riddle hath more wit
by us ; we two being one , are it;
so, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.
we die and rise the same, and prove
mysterious by this love. < ; /p>
The hawk and the dove are hidden deep in our hearts;
We make the mystery of the phoenix even more wonderful,
We are one, a reflection of it, < /p>
The two sexes combine to form this neutral bird.
We die and rise again,
The mysterious power comes from love. Two English poems about romance
love's alchemy (john donne Donne)
some that have deeper digg'd love's mine than i,
say, where his centric happiness doth lie.
i have loved, and got, and told,
but should i love, get, tell, till i were old,
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i should not find that hidden mystery.
Someone has dug the mine of love deeper than me,
Said the core of his happiness is hidden in it;
I have loved, received, and said it,
But even if I love until old age, get old age, talk about old age,
I can’t find the hidden secret 'tis imposture all ;
and as no chemical yet th' elixir got,
but glorifies his pregnant pot,
if by the way to him befall
some odoriferous thing, or medicinal,
so, lovers dream a rich and long delight,
but get a winter-seeming summer's night.
Ah, these are all fake medicines sold by people;
No chemist can make the elixir yet,
But he was bragging about his medicine jar,
In fact, he just accidentally brewed some kind of pungent medicine;
Lovers The same is true, dreaming of a paradise world,
What you get is just a cold summer night.
our ease, our thrift, our honour, and our day,
shall we for this vain bubble's shadow pay?
ends love in this, that my man
can be as happy as i can, if he can
endure the short scorn of a bridegroom's play?
that loving wretch that swears,
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'tis not the bodies marry, but the minds,
which he in her angelic finds,
Should we pay for this empty bubble
Giving up our career, fame, comfort and tranquility?
Isn’t this the end of love, if my servant
is as happy as me, as long as he can
To endure the brief mockery of the groom's play?
That poor creature in love
The fairy who swore that he had a noble soul,
insisted that it was not the body But a union of minds,
would swear as justly, that he hears,
in that day's rude hoarse minstrelsy, the spheres.
hope not for mind in women; at their best,
Sweetness and wit they are, but mummy, possess'd.
Isn't this tantamount to swearing:
He is vulgar I heard celestial music in the hoarse song.
Don’t look for soul in women, even if they have tenderness and sweetness,
Even if they have intelligence, they are already magical mummies. Three English poems about romance
Shall i your beauties with the moon compare?
Can I compare your beauties with the moon?
by pierre de ronsard
Author: Ronsard
Shall i your beauties with the moon compare?
Can I compare your beauties to the moon?
she?s faithless, you a single purpose own.
She is faithless, but you are determined.
or to the general sun, who everywhere
or compare you to the general sun? everywhere
goes common with his light? you walk alone
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Swath the same light? You walk alone,
and you are such that envy must despair
You are so beautiful that envy must despair
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of finding in my praise aught to condone,
of finding in my praise aught to condone,
you have no likeness since there?s naught as fair
You are so beautiful that no one in the world can match it.
yourself your god, your star, fate?s overtone.
You are your own god, your star, the echo of fate. .
Those mad or rash, who make some other woman your rival,
Those mad and reckless people, let other women compete with you,
hurt themselves when they would hurt you,
hurt themselves when they would hurt you,
so far your excellence their dearth outpaces.
Your beauty is still unmatched.
either your body shields some noble demon,
or mortal you image immortal virtue; < /p>
Your immortal body covers your fragrant virtues,
or pallas you or first among the graces.
You are the goddess of wisdom, or beauty. The most beautiful woman among women.
tr. zhang heqing
Translation: Zhang Heqing