白领英语晨读-063 Hope is the thing with feathers 希望是小鸟（在线收听） |
“Hope”is the thing with feathers—That perches in the soul—And sings the tune without the words—And never stops—at all— And sweetest—in the Gale—is heart—And sore must be the storm—That could abash the little bird—That kept so many warm— I‘ve heard it in the chilliest land—And on the strangest Sea—Yet，never，in Extremity，It asked a crumb—of me. |
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