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Shakespeare's classic English poems 1:
My beloved Lord, to whom do I submit?
The following is what I compiled, welcome to read!
Shakespeare's classic English poems 1:
My beloved Lord, to whom do I submit?
My dear Lord, your noble morality
Your achievements are my responsibility,
Let my bannerman be loyal to you,
I send this letter to you,
I send you this calligraphy messenger,
Witness my duty, not show my wisdom.
To prove my loyalty, not to show off my talent.
The responsibility is so great, but I am so poor.
Loyalty is so great, but my talents are useless-
May look bare and want to express it in words,
Words can't describe it, which makes loyalty look poor;
But I hope you have some good conceit.
But I hope that in your thoughtful soul,
In the mind of your soul, all naked, will give it;
If you have frank and amiable good ideas, collect them:
Until the star that guides me forward
I have to wait until which star guides my journey.
Pointing at me gracefully with a beautiful appearance,
Point out good luck to me in a friendly way,
Dress my crumbling love.
Dress my tattered love in brocade,
Show me your respect.
To show that I deserve your attention:
Then, I dare to boast how much I love you;
Only then can I boast how much I love you.
Until then, don't let my head appear where you can prove me.
Just let the soul know that I can test you.
Shakespeare's classic English poems II:
Let those stars who like them
Those who are blessed by the stars in the sky
The title of public honor and pride boasts,
You can be arrogant because of honor and status,
When I was blocked by the fate of victory,
As for me, I'm not destined to be so lucky.
I respect unexpected happiness the most.
Unexpectedly, I got the happiness I was proud of.
The big prince's favorite, their beautiful leaves spread out.
The emperor's servants spread the beautiful petals,
But like marigold in the eyes of the sun,
But, like sunflowers in the sun,
Their pride was buried,
When people frown, all their honors will disappear.
Because when they frown, their glory disappears.
Their reputation is the same as mine.
A soldier of pain known for his strength,
Hard-working soldiers are known for their bravery.
After a thousand failed victories,
Won thousands of battles, once lost,
From the book of honor,
He was immediately removed from the honor roll,
The rest have forgotten his hard work.
The credit of the past has also been completely forgotten:
Then, I am happy to love and be loved.
I am happy, I love people and I am loved.
I can't move and I won't be moved.
In this way, I am fixed and no one can change it.
Shakespeare's classic English poem 3:
My eyes played the role of a painter and honed.
My eyes played the painter, turning you
Your beautiful shape is in my heart;
Beautiful images are depicted in my mind;
My body is the frame that supports it,
The picture frame around me is my body,
Perspective is that b painter's art,
This is also the specialty of perspective and smart painters.
Because you have to go through a painter to see his skills,
You have to see his stunts through the painter,
In order to find out where your true image lies,
What you're looking for is really like being painted somewhere.
It hangs in the shop on my chest,
That portrait will always hang in the shop on my chest,
Glaze the window with your eyes.
The shop treats your eyes as two bright windows.
Now look at what an eye for an eye has done:
See how eyes help each other:
My eyes drew your shape for me, and it's yours.
My eyes depict your body,
It's the window on my chest, through which the sun shines.
Your eyes opened a window for my chest,
I am willing to peep and stare at you.
The sun also loves to look at you through the window;
However, these sly eyes want to beautify their art,
My eyes still lack the ability to vividly depict bones.
They paint, but what they see, they don't know the heart.
I only see what I draw, but I don't know my heart.