29 There is no frigate like a book Emily Dickinson There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bea...
28 The mountain and the squirrel Ralph Waldo Emerson The Mountain and the Squirrel Had a quarrel; And the Mountain called the Squirrel 'Little Prig.' Bun replied, You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in toget...
27 How happy is the little stone Emily Dickinson How happy is the little stone. That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as th...
26 I'll try C.G Rossetti The little boy who says Ill try Will climb to the hill-top. The little boy who says I cant. Will at the bottom stop. 'I'll try does great things every day. I can't gets nothing done. Be sure then that you say I'll try And le...
25 A conversation between a child and God Anonymous Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. One day he asked God: They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, How am I going to live there being so small and helpless? GOD replied,...
24 Hope is the thing with feathers Emily Dickinson Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sing the tune without the words And never stops at all And sweetest in the gale is heard And so must be the storm That could abashed the...
23 Dreams Langston Hughes Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. 参考中文： 23 梦 紧紧抓住梦想， 因为如果梦想消亡， 生命便如...
My Fragile Treasure (Excerpt) Antoine De Saint-Exupry As the little prince dropped off to sleep, I took him in my arms and set out walking once more. I felt deeply moved, and stirred. It seemed to me that I was carrying a very fragile treasure. It s...
21 Nature Henry Wadsworth Longfellow As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open door,...
20 To Daffodils Robert Herrick Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prays together, we Will go with...
