Natjamah

test test

posted on 05 Aug 2008 22:17 by natjamah

test test

After I had turned in my essay about Arthur, his knights, and Chivalric code by the way. More trouble to come...haha, thus it is I must conclude Elizabethan age into A4 for myself to read before the Examination, I was so tried because I doesn’t sleep much. however I must focus on my Examination in coming.

เพิ่งส่งงานไปเลยอ้ะ!!!เรื่องอาเธอร์อัศวินและกฎอัศวิน...งึดมาก งานหนัก ไหนจาต้องย่อ ยุด Elizabeth อีก ไว้แบ่งเพื่อนด้วย นอกจากนี้ยังขาดการนอนหลับที่เพียงพอ แต่ยังไงเราก้อต้องตั้งใจในเรื่องสอบก่อนหล้ะ...

The poem surely it is to be in the exam,I 'm not quite sure that I can interpret them all but here it is one fo the great wotk of Sir Thomas Wyaat and William Shakespeare.

ไหนกลอนก้อต้องสอบอีก ก้อไม่แน่ใจว่าจาแปลได้หรือปล่า ยังไงนี่คือกลอนของอาเฮีย2คนที่เก่งมาก Sir Thomas Wyaat William Shakespeare

ND wilt thou leave me thus ?
Say nay ! say nay ! for shame
To save thee from the blame
Of all my grief and grame.¹
And wilt thou leave me thus ?

Say nay ! Say nay !
And wilt thou leave me thus ?
That hath lov'd thee so long ?
In wealth and woe among :
And is thy heart so strong
As for to leave me thus ?
Say nay ! Say nay !
And wilt thou leave me thus ?
That hath given thee my heart
Never for to depart ;
Neither for pain nor smart :
And wilt thou leave me thus ?
Say nay ! Say nay !
And wilt thou leave me thus ?
And have no more pity,
Of him that loveth thee ?
Alas ! thy cruelty !
And wilt thou leave me thus ?
Say nay ! Say nay !

Sir Thomas Wyaat

Sonnets of William Shakespeare
Sonnet 13

XIII.

O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination: then you were
Yourself again after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know
You had a father: let your son say so.