An excellent love English poem-so we don't wander any more.
We will no longer wander.
George Gordon, Lord Byron
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So we stopped wandering.
It's so late,
Although the heart still loves,
The moon is still bright.
We will no longer wander.
At that late night,
Although the heart still loves,
The moonlight is so bright.
Because the sword has worn through its sheath,
The soul wears out the chest,
The heart must stop breathing,
Love itself has a rest.
The sword will wear through the scabbard,
The soul will also wear out the chest,
My heart is too tired, so I need to catch my breath.
Love also needs rest.
Although it is born to love at night,
The day passes too fast,
However, we won't wander any more.
By moonlight.
Night is for love,
The day will return in an instant,
But we stopped wandering.
Bathed in the moonlight.
Excellent Love English Poetry Part II Desire
Alexander Pushkin
I shed tears, my tears, my comfort.
I was silent and my whisper stopped.
My soul, sinking in the shadow of depression.
There is bitter ecstasy hidden in its depths.
Silent crying,
Tears are the only comfort,
Promise to have a dream,
My heart is sad and confused,
I don't regret my short life dream-
An empty ghost disappearing in the dark!
I only care about the damage caused by my love.
Let me die, but only in love!
All the sad things in the world,
I'm going to put it aside,
I only grieve for love,
Die only for love.
She is a happy phantom.
She is a happy spirit.
William wordsworth William? Wordsworth
She is a phantom of happiness.
When she first appeared before my eyes;
A lovely ghost, send
Become a temporary ornament;
Her eyes are as beautiful as the stars at dusk;
Also like Twilight, her dim hair;
But everything about her was attracted.
From the time of May and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, a happy image,
Haunt, disturb, ambush.
She is a happy ghost,
When she first flashed in front of my eyes;
What a lovely god appeared,
Look beautiful for instant decoration;
Her beautiful eyes are like beautiful stars at dusk,
Like a star at dusk, her hair is fluffy,
Everything about her,
From the scenery in mid-May and the joy in the morning.
A dance charm, a happy shadow,
Confused, surprised and shocking.
I saw her close by,
A soul, but also a woman!
Her family activities are light and free,
The footsteps of virgins' freedom;
A face met.
Sweet record, sweet promise;
A creature that is neither too smart nor too good.
As the daily food of human nature;
A brief sadness, a simple trick,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles.
I approached and looked at her,
It's an elf and a woman!
Her manners, words and actions are ingenious and natural.
Her steps are as light as a virgin;
A face once appeared.
Sweet record, sweet promise;
A creature is neither too clever nor too wonderful,
Just enough to meet the daily needs of human nature;
Suitable for temporary sadness, childish teasing,
Suitable for praise, love, kiss, tears and laughter.
Now I'm watching calmly
The pulse of the machine;
A creature breathing deep thoughts,
A traveler between life and death;
A firm cause, a gentle will,
Endurance, foresight, strength and skills;
A perfect woman, a noble plan,
Warnings, comforts and orders;
However, a spirit is still bright.
With the light of an angel.
Now I look at it calmly.
Just the throbbing of that person's body pulse;
A person who breathes with thoughts,
A passer-by between life and death;
A firm reason, a firm ambition,
Patience, foresight, talent and strength;
A complete woman, arranged by providence,
Give us comfort, encouragement and warning;
However, he is still an elf, brilliant and brilliant.
With the light of an angel.
(translated by Wu)