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...
Hope is the thing with feathers Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stopsat all And sweetest in the Gale is heart And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That ke...
DO YOU FEAR THE WIND? DO you fear the force of the wind, The slash of the rain? Go face them and fight them, Be savage again. Go hungry and cold like the wolf, Go wade like the crane: The palms of your hands will thicken, The skin of your cheek will...
The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast- Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms. Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child - so high - you are, And all th...
