雪莱的英语诗歌范文
雪莱的英语诗歌
导语：珀西·比希·雪莱（英文原名：Percy Bysshe Shelley，公元1792年8月4日—公元1822年7月8日），英国著名作家、浪漫主义诗人，被认为是历史上最出色的英语诗人之一。以下是雪莱的英语的资料，欢送阅读参考。
Eulogizing the natural poet, you ud to cry,
When you e things past, they never return:
The brightness of childhood, youth, friendship and first love,
It all fades away like a dream.
I know that too. But there is a loss,
You know, but I feel sorry for you:
properly You are like a lone star, its light shines through.
A boat, in the waves of winter night;
Thou hast also been a haven of stone,
Standing in the a of blind strife;
In the midst of glorious affliction, you have sung,
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Give your song to the truth and the only god. & –
Now that you have forsaken the, I mourn for you,
Compared with before and after, there are two people.
Go to! The moors of the moon are so dark,
The clouds have swallowed up the last afterglow of dusk:
Go to! The night wind will soon gather the night mist,
The silver light of heaven will be darkened by midnight.
Don't stay! Time has pasd! Everything was Shouting:
Go to! Don't make your lover sad with your parting tears;
She is so cold and dull that her eyes dare not beg you,
Responsibility and laziness are all about being alone.
Go, go! To thy lonely home,
And the tears of pain upon thy desolate hearth,
You can look at the shadows and wander,
To weave melancholy and joy into one's heart.
On your head will be the fallen leaves of the fallen trees,
The flowers and dew of spring will twinkle at your feet:
Not your heart, but the prent, must be cold and desolate,
Then, midnight and the morning light, you and the quiet can confluence.
The midnight gloom also had its turn:
Or the wind is tired, or the middle of the moon,
The raging, restless a will always cea;
hot share Tho who exerci, toil, or mourn, will rest.
And you will rest in the grave. & – But at the moment,
And when you are enchanted with the hou, the garden, and the wilderness,
Oh, how can your memory, remor, and thought escape.
That charming smile, the music?
Music, when the curl of the sound is gone,
Still reeling from memory; & –
Flower, when the sweet violets fade,
Still in the soul.
Ros, when her flowers are gone,
To make a brocade bed for her loved ones;
The same is true for your thoughts.
Love falls asleep on the pillow.
Oh, my dear Mary, how well you can be here,
You, and your bright, bright brown eyes,
Your sweet words, like birds,
To the lonely and melancholy panion of the ivy.
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The whistle of love,
The sweetest and most beautiful voice of the day!
And your show … & …
More than the azure sky of Italy.
Dear Mary, e to me,
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You are to me, my dear,
devoted Like the evening to the stars of the west,
Like the sunt toward the full moon.
Oh dear Mary, I wish you were here,
The echoes of the old castle whisper: Here! Throughout the &;
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Hope, in the young heart,
Can't withstand years of torture!
The ro of love has a cret thorn,
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The teenager said: The purple flowers belong to me.
But the flowers grow angry and withered.
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How precious is the gift of illusion,
But only when it was granted,
Sweet is the ro of the day,
But it was transplanted to the ground,
It weles the opening,
But the slaves on the ground crushed the petals,
It is in bloom, and in a moment it is apoptosis.
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Time cannot destroy love,
But a little love will spoil the flower of love,
Even though it is in the shade of fantasy,
It will also suddenly fade and catch you off guard.
Time cannot destroy love,
But a little love will destroy love,
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The spring always flows to the river,
The river flows into the a again,
The light wind of the sky always melts.
A sweet feeling;
What is there in the world?
Everything is governed by nature.
All must melt into a spirit.
Why do you and I differ?
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