George gordon byron (Byron)
I see you crying-big bright tears.
Over blue eyes;
Then I think it did appear.
A violet drops dew.
I've seen you cry-crystal tears,
Hanging in blue eyes,
Like a violet covered with morning dew.
I see you smile-sapphire flame
By your side, no longer shining;
It can't compare with the living light.
Full of your eyes.
I've seen you laugh—
Bright gems,
The flame no longer shines,
How can it compare with the light you look back!
When clouds are received from the sun over there
A deep and mellow dye,
Without the shadow of the coming night.
Can disappear from the sky,
The sunset dyed the sea of clouds with gorgeous colors;
The color of Ran Ran is not good either.
You can't get rid of this wonderful color.
Smile at the saddest person.
Their own pure happiness teaching;
Their sunshine left a glow behind them.
Illuminated the whole heart.
Your smile makes depression happy,
Just like the bright sunshine,
Flash in my mind.
Extended data
Byron's quotations
My love for you is hatred for mankind, because I can't concentrate on loving you when I fall in love with mankind.
Love for love's sake is God; It is human nature to love for the sake of being loved.
Adversity is the road to truth.
George gordon byron is recognized as the main representative of romantic literature in the19th century. He wrote many poems in his life. He advocates enthusiasm and imagination. His poems are praised as "lyric epics" by the world, and the rebels with the author's own ideological characteristics are called "Byronic heroes". Have a far-reaching impact on future generations.
Selected poems of Byron
By the river in Babylon, we sat down and wept.
one
We sat down by the river in Babylon.
We cried sadly and remembered that day.
Our enemies, in the cry of slaughter,
Burned the towering temple in Salem;
And you, oh, her lonely daughter!
You all ran away crying.
two
When we are sitting by the river gloomily
Watching the river flow freely under your feet,
They ordered us to sing; Oh, never!
We will never bow our heads in this matter!
I'd rather let this right hand lose weight forever,
But our sacred harp will never be played for foreigners!
three
I hung the harp on the tip of the willow tree,
Oh, Salem! Its singing should be free;
Think about the moment when your glory passed away,
But you left me your legacy:
Oh, I will never make it beautiful.
Mixed with the voice of a tyrant!
Baidu encyclopedia-Byron