Mr. Holland's opus My - My apologies for my tardiness, and uh, Principle Walters, Id like to know. Yes, I brought a note for my mother. Mr Holland had a profound influence on my life, on a lot of lives, I know. And, yet, I get the feeling that he co...
（William Shakespeare ） All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in th...
Captain！My Captain！ Walt Whitman Captain!My Captain!Our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel...
She Walks in Beauty She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies； And all thats best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes； Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies． One shade mo...
The Road Not Taken （未选择的路） TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fai...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion...
A Red, Red Rose O My luves* like a red, red rose， Thats newly sprung in June； O my luves like the melodie， Thats sweetly playd in tune． As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I； And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a the seas...
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse nea...
Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blue black cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze..no one ever thanked him. I'dwake and hear the cold splintering ,breaking....
To daffodils Fair daffodils，we weep to see you haste away so soon； as yet the early-rising sun has not attain'd his noon. Stay，stay， until the hasting day has run but to the even-song； and，having pray'd together， we will go with you along. We...
