Excerpted from Byron's English poem "She Walking in Beauty". She has a beautiful charm.
She walks in beauty like the night.
She came with beautiful charm, as if
Wan Li is cloudless and starry;
In the cloudless night sky of Wan Li, the stars shine;
All the beauty of darkness and light
The most beautiful images of light and darkness.
Meet in her appearance and eyes:
Her face meets her eyes,
Such soft light
Melt into elegant and clear light?
Heaven rejects a gorgeous day.
A bright day has nothing to do with it.
One more shadow, one less light,
One more shadow, one less light,
Half the damage to the nameless elegance.
Will be detrimental to this nameless beauty:
It flutters in every crow's tree,
Beauty rippled through her black hair,
Or gently illuminate her face;
Also sprinkled soft light on her face;
Where thoughts are expressed quietly and sweetly.
Happy thoughts are celebrated there.
How pure and lovely their homes are.
The purity and nobility of this sacred residence.
On the cheek, on the forehead,
Peaceful, gentle and full of modality?
So gentle, so calm, but eloquent,
On the cheeks, between the eyebrows,
Victory smile, shining color,
Charming smile, shining brilliance,
But to tell you the good times,
Show love and send Fang nian;
A heart at peace with everyone,
Show her all-inclusive mind,
A love is a pure heart!
She has a pure love!
Byron's appreciation of English poetry. The necklace I gave you.
The chain I gave looks beautiful,
The necklace I gave you is exquisite,
The pipa I added is sweet in tone;
The lyre I gave you is sweet;
The heart that provides both is real,
The heart that gives you gifts is also loyal,
The fate it found should not be.
Who knows, I met that unlucky star.
These gifts were fascinated by mysterious spells.
These two gifts have magical power.
Your truth is not sacred;
Can predict whether you will be faithful after I leave;
They performed their duties well?
Their responsibilities have been fulfilled. regrettable
Alas! They can't teach you yours
Didn't teach you to do your duty.
Every link of this chain is strong,
The necklace is strong and the ring is fastened.
But not to bear the touch of strangers;
But it can't stand the touch of strangers;
Is that lute sweet? Until you can think
Piano is sweet, too? But don't believe it.
In other people's hands, its notes are like this.
In the hands of others, it is equally gentle.
Let him, untie him from your neck
He took your necklace, it broke,
Shaking chains in his hands,
He played this pipa, and the pipa was speechless;
Who saw the pipa refuse to make a sound,
They boycotted him, and it seems that he had to do so.
Pull the strings again and change the buttons.
Put on a new chain and a new rope.
When you change, they also change;
Now that you have changed, they have to change:
The chain is broken and the music is dumb.
The necklace is broken and the rhyme is silent.
In the past? Say goodbye to them and to you?
That's all! Say goodbye to them?
False heart, fragile chain, silent pipa.
Dumb piano, fragile chain, treacherous mind!
Appreciation of Byron's English Poetry; Windsor's Poetic Interest
Known for its contempt for sacred relationships,
Charlie has no head and Henry has no heart?
Seeing the heartless Henry's lies from the headless Charles;
Contempt and breach of oath made him famous;
There is a scepter between them?
There is an animal with a scepter in the middle?
It moves, it rules? Except in name, a king:
Move, rules? It's the king, only one name is missing.
Charles to his people, Henry to his wife,
He is like Charlie in people's eyes and Henry in his wife's eyes.
? On him, the double tyrant began to resurrect:
In him, a double tyrant is rising;
Justice and death mix their dust in vain,
Trial and death mix dead bodies in vain,
Every royal vampire has come back to life.
Two royal vampires came back from the dead.
Ah, what's the use of a grave! ? Because these spit out.
The graves can do nothing but burn their bones and blood to ashes.
Blood and dust of both? Create a George.
Spit it out and shape it into a royal George.