So We'll Go No More A-Roving George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788 - 1824) So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears it's sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And Love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon. When we Two parted George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788 - 1824) When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow - It felt like a warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me - Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart should forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears 拜伦的《我们将不再徘徊》 很不错的。希望你喜欢
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