Tài liệu Anh văn: ENGLISH POEMSO

O my luve is like a red, red rose.The one claims the crown, the other says tis treason. But o! your beaty shineth as the sun.1. O MY LUVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE O my luve is like a red, red rose. That’s newly sprung in June. O my luve is like the melodie. That’s sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I ; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’the seas gang dry my dear, And the rocks melt...
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Tài liệu Anh văn: ENGLISH POEMSO The one claims the crown, the other says tis ENGLISH POEMS treason. O my luve is like a red, red rose. But o! your beaty shineth as the sun. And dazzled Reason yields as quite undone. 1. O MY LUVE IS LIKE A RED, RED 3. MUTE LOVE (ANOMOUS – ROSE ENGLAND) O my luve is like a red, red rose. There is lady sweet and kind, That’s newly sprung in June. Was never face so pleased my mind. O my luve is like the melodie. I did but see her passing by, That’s sweetly played in tune. And yet I love her till I die. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I ; Her gesture, motion and her smiles. And I will luve thee still, my dear, Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Beguiles my heart, I know not why, Till a’the seas gang dry my dear, And yet I love her till I die. And the rocks melt wi’s the sun And I will luve thee still, my dear, Cupid is winged and doth change; While the sand o’life-shall run, Her country so my love doth change; But change she earth, or change the sky, And fare thee weel, my only luve! Yet I love her till I die. And fare thee weel a while! And I will come again, my luve! 4. SO FAST ENTANGLED Tho’it were ten thousand mile. (ANOMOUS 16TH CENTURY) 2. YOUR BEAUTY AND MY REASON Her hair the of golden wire, (ANORMOUROUS – ENGLAND) Wherein my heart, led by my wandering Like two proud armies marching in the field, eyes, Joining a thundering fight, each scorns to So fast entangled is that in no wire yield, It can, nor will, again retire; So in my heart your beauty and my reason, But rather will in that sweet bondage die 1 Than break one hair to gain her liberty. And like a child Is oft beguiles 5. LOVE ME NOT (ANORMOUS) With love’s sweet-seeming bait. Love me not for comely grace, Love with hs rod For my pleasing eye or face, So like a god Not for any outward part; Commands the mind No, nor for a constant heart! We cannto fine For these may fail or turn to ill; Fair shows hide fould deceit. So thou and I shall sever. Time, that all things In order brings, Keep therefore a true woman’s eye, Hath tsught me now And love me still, but know not why! To be more slow So hast thou the same reason still In giving faith to speech: To dote upon me ever. Since women’s words No truth affords, 6. A WOMAN’S LOOKS (ANOMOUS And when thye kiss 16TH CENTURY) They think by this A woman’s looks Us men to overreach. Are barred hooks, That catch by art 7. BEAUTY The strongest heart, (LAUREBCE BINYON- ENGLAND- When yet they spend no breath. 1869-?) But let them speak, I think of a flower that no eyes has ever And sighing break seen, Forth into tears, That springs in a solitary air. Their words are spears It is no one’s joy? It is beautiful as a queen That wound our souls to death Without a kingdom’s care. The ratest wit We have built houses for Beauty, and costly Is made forget, shrines, ...