Byron Poetry Selection ｜ The night was originally for love, and returned in a blink of an eye

George Gordon Byron (1788-1824) is a great romantic poet in the early 19th century. A batch of "Byron -style heroes" shaped in his poems. He is not only a great poet, but also a warrior who fights for his ideals for his life. He actively and bravely devoted himself to the revolution -he participated in the Greek National Liberation Movement and became one of the leaders.

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We will no longer hover

We will no longer hover

In that late late night,

Although the heart loves it,

The moonlight is still bright.

The sword worn the scabbard,

The soul also worn the chest,

My heart is too tired, I have to breathe a little,

Love also needs to rest.

The night was originally for love,

Back in a blink of an eye,

But we no longer wander

Mu was a piece of light that month.

1817

Yang Deyu translated

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She is in the glory of beauty

one

She is walking in the glory of beauty, like night

Bright cloudless and stars;

The most wonderful color of bright and dark

In her appearance and autumn waves:

The dazzling day is just too strong,

It is brighter and soft than that.

two

Increase or reduce a bright and dark

It will damage this unspeakable beauty.

Beauty fluctuations on her dark hair,

Or spread a faint glory

On that face, the quiet thoughts

Refer to it pure and precious.

three

Oh, that forehead, the bright cheeks,

So gentle, calm, and emotional,

That charming smile, the luster of the face,

They are all explaining a kind life:

Everything in the world, her mind,

Her heart is full of pure love!

(Translated by Cha Liangzheng)

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Good time for old days

"Good time for old days" brought to me in my heart

Everything in Scotland: the blue mountain peak,

The clear flowing water in the valley, the bottom river and the river,

The grid, the hair band, my childhood feelings,

The black stream under the Balgoi Bridge, and me

The initial gentle dream, like Banke's ghost

All of my eyes: Oh, this memory is indeed

A glimpse of "Good Time", let's not care how naive.

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My heart is gloomy

one

My heart is gloomy -oh, faster

Playing up the harp you can still bear,

That lingering voice is embarrassed,

Let you play me gentle.

If this heart still hides hope,

This music will make it obsessed with complaints:

If there are still tears in this eye,

It will flow out and no longer make my head burning.

two

But the joyful sound of the sibling is rough and sincere,

Don't pop up your happy sound first,

Tell you, singer, I must cry,

Otherwise, this heavy heart will burst;

Because it has been nurtured by sorrow,

It hurts for a long time in the silence of insomnia;

Now it is going to be the most painful blow,

Make it immediately broken -or convert to singing.

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Athens girl

While we haven't broke up yet,

Come back to my heart, Athens girl!

No need, my heart has left my chest,

You just keep it, take away others!

I made an oath, please listen:

I love you, you are my life!

With your loose braids--

The breeze of the Aegean Sea will love them,

With your eyelids -the black eyelashes

Kiss your brilliant luster on your cheeks:

With your fascinating eyes with your little deer,

I love you, you are my life!

With the red lips that I have affectionate,

With the waist of the ribbon tight,

With the love flower -their metaphors

Win the thousands of words on earth;

With the joy and sourness of love:

I love you, you are my life!

I am really gone, the girl in Athens!

Miss me, in the time of loneliness!

I ran towards Istanbul,

Athens has detained my heart,

Can I not love you? cannot!

I love you, you are my life!

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We sat down and wept by the river in Babylon

one

We sat down by the river in Babylon

Crying sadly, we thought of that day

How our enemies are in the slaughter and shouting,

Burning the towering temple:

And you, huh, her desolate daughter!

You all cried and fled.

two

When we sit by the river melancholy

Watching the river under the feet running freely,

They ordered us to sing; huh, no!

We will never bow our heads in this matter!

I would rather make this right hand thin forever,

But our Shengqin is not played for aliens!

three

I hang the harp on the willow tip,

Oh, sprinkle! Its singing should be free;

Thinking of your glory at the moment

But leave your relic to me:

Oh, I will never make it beautiful tone

Mix with the voices of the tyrannical!

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Just restrain it again

As long as you restrain it again, I will be relieved

This is a bar colic in my heart;

Last time I sighed with you and love,

I will return to a busy life again.

I am so peaceful now, good at mixing days,

Although this kind has never made me like it;

Even though the fun in the world has flown,

What sorrow can I feel sad again?

Give me a wine, put it on the feast,

People are not suitable for loneliness;

I will be an unintentional waves, laugh at everyone, don't be sad with others.

I am not in the good days, I am not so,

I wouldn't like this, if it wasn't for you

I passed away, left me lonely,

You turn into nothingness -everything has passed.

My harmonica delusions like to sing chic!

The smile that is barely made by "sadness"

Like a rose covering the tomb,

But it is a mockery of lurking sadness.

Although I have a happy friend to drink together,

You can temporarily dismantle full complaints;

Although the laugh ignites the mad soul,

This heart -this heart is still lonely!

Many times, on the quiet and lonely night,

I stared at the sky comfortably,

Because I guess, the silver light of this heavenly court

It is sweetly shining with your contemplative eyes;

Often, when New West Yaya is in the sky,

When I drove through the waves of the Aegean Sea,

I would think, "Sisha is looking at the Mingyue" -

Hey, but it shines on her tomb!

When I move to the mattress of the diseased and insomnia,

High fever is twitching my beating blood vessels,

"Sasha can't know my pain,"

I said weakly: "This is a comfort."

As if a slave was tortured for a lifetime,

Give him freedom is an unpleasant gift,

The compassionate creation gives me life in vain,

Because he, Sasha has resigned with the world!

A gift of my love,

When life and love are still bright!

Oh, how different you look now!

What kind of sadness did time get you!

Then I made a heart given to me with you,

Silence -alas, I hope mine is also silent!

Although it is cold as a dead person,

But I still felt the chills of the whole body.

Your sour evidence! Your desolate watch!

Despite being sad, close my chest!

Still keep that love, make it dedicated,

Otherwise, tear your tight heart.

Time can only be cooled, but you can't move your love,

Love will be more sacred because of despair;

Oh, how can tens of millions of active love be

Can compare with this love for the deceased?

I want to break up from the two

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I want to break up from the two of us,

Tears silently, crying silently,

I have a foresee for many years of isolation,

We can't help but heartbreak;

Your face is cold and white,

Your kiss is even more cold,

Oh, that moment is a sign

My grief today.

Curry in the morning, cold dew,

Cold my forehead,

The feeling seems to be

Alert to me at the moment.

Your vows are all broken,

Your behavior is so frivolous:

People mention your name,

I also felt humiliated when I heard it.

They talked to you in front of me,

There is a sound like a funeral;

My whole body trembled--

Why is it so affectionate to you?

No one knows I know you,

Oh, I know too much ———

I will regret it for a long time, for a long time,

It is difficult for outsiders.

You and I meet secretly,

I am silent again,

You even deceived me,

Your heart finally forgotten.

If many years later,

We met again,

How can I say hello to you?

Only with tears, silent.

I have seen you cry

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one

I have seen you cry -a drop of bright tears

Surge on your blue eyes;

At that time, I thought, wouldn't it be this

A purple lin is drooping;

I have seen you laugh -the flame of sapphire

No longer flashing before you;

Oh, how can the gemstone flickering

Your flexible glance.

two

As if it is the sun from the distance

Get a strong and soft color,

It's the shadow of Ran Ran's Dusk

You can't open it from the sky;

Your smile gives me a gloomy mind

I also poured pure joy;

Your Rong Guang left a flash of light,

It is just like the sun radiates in my heart.

Pay attention to sleeping, poetic habitat

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Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. On November 16, 2015, the Poetry Society of Sleeping Poetry Club, the Poetry Club took the mission of "speaking for grassroots poets" and the purpose of promoting the "spirit of poetry", that is, the pursuit of the truth, kindness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spirit of poetry. Poetry friends have been published in the collection of poems "The Spring Blossoms of Sleeping Poems" and "The Grass Ying Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems".

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