Analysis of Classical English Long Poems
The last rose in summer
Siesta
Thomas Moore
This is the last rose in summer.
Bloom alone;
All her lovely companions
Has faded and disappeared;
Why does the last rose in summer shine alone?
Your lovely sisters have long since disappeared, and there is nowhere to be found.
Without the flowers of her family,
There are no rosebuds nearby,
Reflect her blushing,
Sigh for sighing.
There is no other fragrant bud to set off your shyness,
I sigh with you in the summer breeze.
I won't leave you, you lonely man!
Sagging on the trunk;
Since all the lovely people are sleeping,
Go ahead, you sleep with them.
I don't want you to die alone on your flowers,
Sister Hua is dead. Please sleep beside her.
Therefore, I kindly dispersed,
Your leaves fall on the bed,
Where your garden partner
Lying dead without smell.
I spread your green leaves in your little boudoir,
You and your sisters go to heaven together.
I'll catch up soon,
When friendship wanes,
From the shining circle of love
The jewel fell.
If friendship is dead, I don't want to stay in the world.
I offer my heart to beautiful women, and pure love shines.
When the heart withers
Everything I liked flew away,
Oh! Who will live,
Facing this bleak world alone?
If you love to death, everyone you love is dead,
Life is meaningless, I wish to go to heaven early.
Classical English long poems
truth
truth
My sadness is locked in a box,
Guarding in my heart,
They don't know,
My smile is just a bluff.
But I lay down, hoping someone would.
Will see through my heart.
truth
My sadness is locked in a box,
Keep it carefully in your heart.
As we all know,
My smile is just a bluff.
But I was lying down,
I hope someone will see through my immorality.
On Classical English Long Poems
Wild goose, wild goose
wild goose
Author: mary oliver
You don't have to be good.
You don't have to walk on your knees.
A hundred miles across the desert, repent.
You just need to let the soft animals in your body
Love what it loves.
Tell me your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile, the world goes on.
At the same time, the clear pebbles in the sun and rain
Is crossing this land,
Over the prairies and dense forests,
Mountains and rivers.
Meanwhile, wild geese in the clean blue sky,
Going home again.
No matter who you are or how lonely you are,
The world lets you imagine,
Calling you like a wild goose, harsh and exciting-
Announce your position over and over again
In the family of things.
wild goose
Mary? Author Oliver
You don't have to be so obedient.
You don't need to cross the desert.
Kneel and beg for a thousand miles of repentance
All you have to do is let the soft body
Love what it loves.
Let's talk to each other about despair.
The world will go on.
At the same time, the sun, like pebbles pure raindrops.
Over the passing scenery.
Over the grass, deep in the forest.
On the mountain, by the river.
At this time, the geese are in the clean blue sky.
Go to hometown
No matter who you are, no matter how lonely you are
The world is what you think.
Calling you, as sharp and enthusiastic as a wild goose.
Repeatedly announce
Your place in everything.
Appreciation of classic English long poems
Ulysses Ulysses (Chinese and English)
An idle king,
By this silent fireplace, between this desolate cliff,
Matching an elderly wife, I measure and distribute benefits.
The unequal laws of savage races,
Hoarding, sleeping, eating, not knowing me.
I am an old king, sitting by the fire all day.
With my old queen, life is carefree and boring,
My island country is surrounded by mountains, and the people are ignorant and barbaric.
I have promulgated countless laws to tell them not to make trouble.
The law is not very fair and it is difficult to punish.
They ate and slept, slept and ate, and they didn't understand my mind at all.
I can't rest on the trip, I want to drink.
Li's life: all the time I enjoyed.
Greatly, suffered a lot, all with those
I have had a good rest. I'm going out to explore.
I don't like enjoyment and leisure, but I like leisure and ride the wind and waves.
In my past life, I experienced more than Coptis chinensis.
The happiness you enjoy is sweeter than the secret.
Love me, alone; On shore, when?
Rain clouds fly by.
Put on a vest for the dim sea: I became a name;
Because always roaming with a hungry heart.
Sometimes I go sailing in groups, and sometimes I go to the plateau alone.
Crossing the deep mountains and forests, not afraid of difficulties and obstacles.
I am well informed; Men's city
Keywords etiquette, climate, parliament, government,
Myself, but the honor of all of them;
I have seen countless big cities, strange nationalities and strange clothes.
Customs, animals, dynasties, exotic flowers and herbs smell fragrant.
All foreigners associate and make friends, and people all over the world know you.
The joy of fighting with my companions;
Far away on the windy Troy Plain.
I am a part of everything I meet;
I went on an expedition with the captain and came to distant Troy.
Wine luminous cup, Trojan horse massacre reputation.
However, all experiences are an arch.
The unexplored world is shining, and its edge is fading away.
Forever and ever, when I move.
Stop, how boring it is to end,
Alas, experience is just a door, through which I still see it.
The unknown world is far away, strange and shining with golden light.
As long as I take one step forward, she will take two or three steps back.
Always playing hide-and-seek with me, I don't know where my heart is.
Rust during the dummy period, and don't shine during use!
As if breathing is life. Life is piled on life.
They are all very small, and they are one for me.
There is not much left, but every hour has been saved.
From that eternal silence, more things,
A bringer of new things; And despicable
Three suns to store myself,
This gray soul longs for it.
Follow knowledge like a meteor,
Beyond the limits of human thought.
Eating, drinking and having fun is not what I want, and my ideal is unusual.
I would rather die on the road than die of old age in a hospital bed.
Even if life is coming to an end, we should pursue something new.
Travel to the ends of the earth
This is my son, my own telemachus,
Who shall I leave the scepter and the island to?
I love me deeply, and I have realized it keenly.
This kind of labor is tempered by slow caution.
A rough people, through softness
Conquer them. Useful and good.
This is my little prince. His name is Ted maddox.
I love him the most in my life, and now I pass on the island country to him.
He is a wise and good king, and he will use a prudent and good method.
Teach these savages to be good citizens and everyone praises them.
The most blameless is him, in the center of the sphere.
Common responsibility, decency will not fail.
Gentleness in the office, and payment.
Welcome the worship of my god,
When I left. He does his job and I do mine.
He is your good emperor, diligent, loving the people and protecting the country,
He will worship my ancestors for me, and you should all be loyal to him.
The port is there; The ship set sail;
The vast dark sea hangs over there. My sailors,
The soul who works, works and thinks with me?
A joyous welcome
Thunder and sunshine, against.
Free heart, free forehead? You and I are old;
Old age has his honor and his hard work;
The port is just over there, and the ship is about to leave.
The stormy waves came to the shore, and the sea shone with golden light.
A discerning old sailor, go sailing with me.
They are as old as me, and they are ambitious.
Old people also have ideals, careers and glory.
Death ends everything, but before it ends,
Some noble work may be completed,
Not a disproportionate person who fights with God.
The lights on the rocks began to flash:
The long day is over: slow moon climbing: deep.
Many voices are moaning. Come on, my friends,
It's not too late to find a new world.
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart shining everywhere.
Almighty God is in my heart, but I don't know where my heart is.
The navigation lighthouse glows, and the moon garden glows everywhere.
The soul of the sea is crying, welcome to the new world,
Let's go. Do not hesitate.
Kick off, sit down, and hit in order.
A deep furrow; For my purpose.
Beyond sunsets and baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
Maybe the bay will wash us down:
Maybe we will touch the island of happiness,
I want to go to the ends of the earth by a sailboat.
Look at the nest of the moon, where the sunset rises,
Maybe die in the storm, maybe come to the mysterious island,
Go and see the great Achilles we know.
Although much is taken away, much remains; in spite of
We don't have the power we used to have.
Touching the world; What we are, what we are,
A heroic heart,
Weakened by time and fate, but strong-willed
To struggle, to explore, to discover, and not to give in.
I met my comrade-in-arms, Achille, and I boiled wine in my childhood and spoke my mind.
What a brilliant career that year, who dares to be a total annihilation.
After many years, where is the heroic spirit of the past?
Now my head is as white as snow, exhausted and my hands and feet are cold.
But I still have heroic courage, and I will continue to go far.