outland poetry
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Edgar Alan Poe
To Helen
Helen, ah, your beauty for me,
Just like the old Ni Saian sailing,
In its lengthy fragrant sea waves,
Carrying dusty tired tramp
Heading for the coast home.
Your soft blue purple hair, classic face,
Long time in the rough sea surface,
Your goddess of grace,
Brought me back to past glory of Greece,
And the glory of ancient Rome.
Look, shrine Golden, you Tingtingyuli,
Just like a statue,
Ti Manao light hand,
Ah, Psyche,
You are from that sacred place!
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Anna Lee Beier
It was for many years, many years ago,
In a kingdom by the sea
Home to place the girl, you may also know
Her name was Anna Beier Lee:
The girl's heart, no other thoughts,
In addition to her with my feelings.
At that time she and I are still children,
Living in this kingdom by the sea;
But I have been with her love more than love -
Lee Anna Beier with my -
Has made fairy wings in heaven
Want to take our love away.
Because this reason, long, long time ago
In this kingdom by the sea,
A gust of wind blew the cloud ahead, freeze me
The beautiful Anna Beier Lee;
This attracted her highborn relatives,
Robbed from me to go to her,
Shut her into a rock hewn tomb,
In this kingdom by the sea.
Did not like fairies in heaven happy,
So again I am jealous of her -
Because this reason (we all know),
In this kingdom by the sea,
The night wind blowing clouds ahead,
Anna Beier Lee frozen to death.
Our love strong than others -
In the same year than we compared
With far more intelligent than people;
Whether it is God in the fairy kingdom of heaven,
Evil magic, or the sea Li,
Not make her beautiful soul children
Children with separation of my soul.
Because the light of the moon always makes me dream
The beautiful Anna Beier Lee;
Star off because I see the total call
The beauty of her bright eyes;
Love all night I lay in the side -
This love of my life, my bride,
She was lying on the beach of stone Xue Li,
In the grave of the sea surging.
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The happiest day
The happiest day the happiest hour
My heart is numb children can perceive,
The most prominent of the power, the most brilliant honored
Beyond my consciousness and expectation.
I say power? Yes! As I look forward to,
But that hope had vanished!
Dreams of my youth vanished -
But let them in vain.
Glory, I am here with you does it not?
Another brow may be inherited
Have you ever sprayed the poison in me -
Be still, my soul.
The happiest day the happiest hour
My eyes will see - the gaze has been,
The most prominent of the power, the most glorious honor
My hope has always been perceived as:
But if that power and the hope of glory
Now flying, with the time
I also feel the pain - that time bliss
I will never again be to enjoy:
Because dark black wings of hope,
The time when it flies - A fall
Elements - its powerful enough to destroy
Thought it a good soul.
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Crow
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary dried up,
Thought many a quaint and curious rumors have long been forgotten -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a light beat,
As if someone gently tapping, gently rapping at my chamber door.
"Some people come," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more. "
Oh, I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember volt shadows are formed on the floor.
I was really looking forward to the next day; - because I have in vain
Want to use the book to eliminate the sorrow - eliminate the lost Lenore -
Because of the angels named Lenore girl, her beautiful blooming -
Nameless here for evermore.
So that now, rustling of each purple curtain fluttering cloth
So my heart is full of unprecedented horror - I flesh creep;
Children to calm the beating of my heart. I stood repeating, nagging
"This is someone wants to come in, the knocked at my door -.
Some people think deeper into the house at midnight, in the knock at my door; -
Only this, and nothing more. "
My soul grew stronger; no hesitation, no indecision,
"Sir," I said, "or Madam, I beg you forgive me;
Just now I was napping, and you come knock on the door was so light,
You to knock on the door was so light, gently rapping at my chamber door,
I scarce was sure I heard you "- here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Staring at the faint night, I stood by the door fearing a long time,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared dream;
But that is not to break the silence, did not show any signs.
"Lenore?" I whispered mantra is the only word
I'm talking about the "Lenore!" Echo return this name lightly,
Only this, and nothing more.
I turned Huidaofangzhong, my whole heart burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping sound, it sounds more than just obvious.
"Surely," I said, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see what is there, to this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
Tis the wind and nothing more! "
I flung the window. Children scarred heart beating like a drum,
A robust raven slowly past the sacred into my room;
It is neither greetings to greet me; do not stay a moment;
And the gentlemen and ladies of grace, perched above my chamber door -
Perched above my chamber door a sculptured bust above Pallas -
Habitat, and sat, and nothing more.
So this Blackbird deceive my sad fancy into smiling,
That experienced and prudent for its decorum,
"Although the crest is cut off," I said, "but you sure no craven,
You Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore -
Please tell me your name, please, in the dark of the Plutonian shore! "
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
So plainly hear the answer, I marveled this ungainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
Because we have to admit that the world has never been alive
Has been blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast in his room above the sculptured bust above the door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the bird alone placid bust, said the crow only
This word, as if it is pouring forth thy soul in that one word.
Then it will without a word - not a feather fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before -
Morrow he will leave me - as my hopes have flown before. "
Then the bird said "Nevermore."
Startled at the vast and lonely silence broken by reply so aptly,
"Surely," I said, "this sentence is its only capital,
From the study it is not unhappy master there. A series of ruthless Feizai
Was followed until it his songs with these words -
Hope he has the sad lament of the words
'Nevermore, nevermore. '"
But the Raven still deceive my sad fancy into smiling,
I immediately dragged to the door of the statue of Zhang ottoman in front of bird;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I began wrestling
Daydreams daydreams attached, speculate on what this ominous bird of yore -
This grim, ungainly, ghastly, and ominous bird of yore,
Croaking 'Nevermore. "
I sat engaged in guessing, but no phrase in the bird said, only a statement.
At this point, it eagle glowing eyes now burned into my heart;
I sat divining, with my head that ill
Leaning against it comfortably gaze velvet lining that the lamplight,
But was light gloating purple velvet lining,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then I thought, the air grew denser, invisible incense censer,
Censer Swung by Seraphim whose mention footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "God sent an angel for you to send medicine,
This medicine can stop you lotus lost Lenore;
Drink like it, and forget this lost Lenore! "
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" I said, "thing of evil! - Prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this piece of wasteland worship the demon ghost confusion -
In this horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
There balm in Gilead it? - Tell me - tell me, I implore! "
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" I said, "thing of evil! - Prophet still, if bird or devil!
Swear by heaven above us - by that God we both adore swear -
Tell this soul with sorrow. It can in the distant Wonderland
Embracing the angels named Lenore girl, she free of dust -
Embracing the angels named Lenore girl, her beauty of earth. "
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I suddenly exclaimed -
"Go back to your storm, back to your dark's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a symbol of your soul lies!
Leave my loneliness! - My door quit the bust!
Away from your mouth my heart; from my door to take your look! "
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
The raven, never fly, it is still habitat, habitat still
The top of the door the pale Pallas sculptured bust above;
And its eyes and look exactly the same demon that is dreaming,
According to the lights on it it's shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow floating on the floor
What are promoted - nevermore!
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Dream
Oh! My youth is a long dream how wonderful!
May my soul long dream wake up until the
Constant of water that brought the dawn light;
Yes! That dream has long grief and despair,
He may be better than sober reality of life,
His heart in this cold bleak earth,
Has always been and will be, since he was born,
Chaos of a mass of chaos a passion!
But if - the continuation of the dream of eternal life -
Many like me have had the same dream dashed
If it is the same with the fate of my childhood dreams,
That hope is still too stupid lofty heaven!
Because I have been obsessed with summer sunny day,
Because I have been addicted to day dream,
And to my own heart, casual
Remained in the area I thought -
In addition to my home, but my thought -
I was able to see what other?
Once and only once, when the madness
Will not disappear from my memory -
Some kind of power or spell to quell me -
Is the cold wind blows me in the night,
And put it in the image in my mind,
Or Hanyue cold light of my dreams -
Or the stars - but whether it is valid and,
That dream, such as cold nights chilly wind - it disappeared now.
I have been very happy - though only in a dream,
I have been very happy - I love dream melody -
Dream yo! Among their gorgeous colors -
A brief exposure to dim as if the struggle
Struggle with the reality of the struggle to bring the eye to fans
Garden of Eden, all the beauty and all love -
This love and beauty are all our own!
U.S. youth, want to know, in happiest time of it.
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Imitate
An unpredictable trend
An immensely proud of the trend -
A dream together with a mysterious,
It seems that the days of my childhood;
I mean that my childhood dream
Filled with a thought about life,
It is crazy and sober again flashed,
Turning a blind eye to my heart;
I only hope I did not make them disappear,
Quick from my dazzled eyes!
That I will never let the world
Enjoy the shadow of my mind;
I will control those ideas,
As the town spell of his soul;
Because the bright hope has disappeared,
Happy Hour at last the past,
My sleep has been the end of this world
With such a scene of death;
I cherish the idea a dissipation
I am here to be the indifferent.
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Lake - To -
I was destined at a time when young
Often go to this deserted corner of the world
Now I still love that place -
So cute is sad that the lake,
Desolate lake, Lake Xun black rock phosphate,
Lake, towering pine trees there.
But when the dark cast of the night
The lake and the world with the hooded
When the mysterious wind in my ear
Whisper the sweet words sweet words -
Then - Oh, then I will wake up
Will realize that the horrors of the lake alone.
The kind of terror can not be scary,
However, while shaking is pleased -
A feeling, even with mountain gems
I can not under the definition of the temptation -
Love can not - even if that love is you.
Toxic deaths in that ripples, the
In its abyss, there is a graveyard
For him, he was the tomb of the heap from
For his imagination to bring comfort to lonely -
His lonely soul can go change.
Cross into the desolate lake Eden.
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