我怎么能够将你比作夏天？ 你比夏天更美丽温婉。 狂风将五月的蓓蕾凋残， 夏日的勾留何其短暂。 休恋那烈日当空， 转眼会云雾迷蒙； 休叹那百花凋零， 摧折于无常天命； 唯有你永恒的夏日长新， 你的美貌亦毫发无损。 死神也无缘将你幽禁， 你在我永恒的诗中长存。 只要世间尚有人吟诵我的诗篇，
这诗就将不朽，永葆你的芳颜。
Poem Recital
Sonnet 18
William Shakespeare
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou artmore lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed. But thyeternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
岩石融化变成泥， 只要我还有口气， 我心爱你永不渝。 暂时告别我心肝， 请你不要把心耽！ 纵使相隔十万里， 踏穿地皮也要还。
LOREMiam Blake
The Tyger
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
吾爱吾爱玫瑰红， 六月初开韵晓风； 吾爱吾爱如管弦， 其声悠扬而玲珑。
吾爱吾爱美而殊， 我心爱你永不渝， 我心爱你永不渝， 直到四海海水枯； 直到四海海水枯，
•And the rocks melt wi' the sun; •I will luve thee still, my dear, •While the sands o' life shall run. •And fare thee still, my only luve! •And fare thee weel awhile! •And I will come again, my luve, •Though it were ten thousand mile.
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
The Lamb
William Blake
The Lamb
Little lamb, who made thee? 小羊羔谁创造了你
Dost thou know who made thee? 你可知道谁创造了你
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed 给你生命，哺育着你
A Red Red Rose Robert Burns
A Red Red Rose
•O,my luve's like a red, red rose, •That's newly sprung in June; •O, my luve's like the melodie , •That's sweetly played in tune. •As fair art thou, my bonnie 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,