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Paraphrase完整版I Wandered Lonely as a CloudI wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.I walked slowly like a cloud which floats high over the valleys and hills. Suddenly I notice many golden daffodils beside the lake and under the trees. They are shaking and dancing in the wind.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The daffodils are numerous as if they are shining stars sparkling on the galaxy. The line of flowers never ends which is along the bank of the bay. I glance at ten thousand flowers which shaking their heads when they are dancing happily. The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed and gazed but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:The waves beside the flowers were dancing too, but the happiness of flowers surpasses bright waves.How happy a poet would be with such a joyful companion! I gazed for a long time and never thought of how much wealth the wonderful view had brought to me.For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;2And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.When I lie on my bed feeling bored or thinking about something, the flowers often flash in my mind which is the ecstasy of my life. Then my heart is filled with pleasure and dances with the daffodils.Paradise LostOF Mans First Disobedience, and the FruitOf that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal tastBrought Death into the World, and all our woe,With loss of Eden, till one greater ManRestore us, and regain the blissful Seat, Mans first sin that he tasted the forbidden fruit, caused death and troubles, and lost the paradise until the Messiah came and save us and regain the happy paradise.And mad'st it pregnant:What in me is darkIllumin, what is low raise and support;That to the highth of this great ArgumentI may assert Eternal Providence, And justifie the wayes of God to men.You illuminate what is dark in me. You raise and support what is low in me to this high argument. I will support the gods everlasting power and tell the gods treatment to men is justified.Ode to the West Wind51. Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven52. As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.That is not a dream. I would never have pleaded with you urgently. 65. And, by the incantation of this verse,66. Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth67. Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!68. Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth69. The trumpet of a prophecy!With the help of magic verse, my words were scattered among mankind through my mouth to the sleeping earth, like the ashes and sparks from the burning stove. Let the predictions be scattered! O Wind, Oh, Wind,70. If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?The FleaMark but this flea, and mark in this,How little that which thou deniest me is;Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee,And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;Thou know'st that this cannot be saidA sin, or shame, or loss of maidenhead,Yet this enjoys before it woo,And pampered swells with one blood made of two,And this, alas, is more than we would do.Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,Where we almost, nay more than married are.This flea is you and I, and thisOur marriage bed and marriage temple is;Though parents grudge, and you, we are met,And cloisered in these living walls of jet.Though use make you apt to kill meLet not to that, self-murder added be,And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.Cruel and sudden, hast thou sincePurpled thy nail in blood of innocence?Wherein could this flea guilty be,Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thouFind'st not thy self nor me the weaker now;'Tis true; then learn how false fears be: and then you know, indeed there was no need to fear for it.Just so much honor, when thou yield'st to me,Will waste, as this flea's death look life from thee.Romeo and JulietSelected R from Romeo and Juliet (ACT II SCENE II)Capulet's orchard.Enter ROMEO.ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound. He (Mercutio), who never felt a wound, makes fun of my scars.JULIET appears above at a window.2But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?But, hush! What light break through the window over there?It is the east, and Juliet is t