How do I love thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to...
That She Would Dishevel Her Hair 请她让她的金发散乱 Amarantba, sweet and fair, 美丽可爱的阿玛莲莎, Ah, braid no more that shining hair: 别再编你光亮的金发吧! As my curious hand or eye 既然我好奇的手和眼 Hovering...
MUCH have I travelld in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-browd Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet...
A Psalm of Life Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! for the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art...
Little League Coaching Pitchers When my only pitcher(投手,大水罐) went wild against the league's worst team, I knew we had a cushion, hell, ten runs at least. Time for a life-lesson. Like Zeus I towered over him on the mound and poured the...
the sun starts shining. plants start growing. flowers startopening. birds start singing And making their nests. spring is here. the hot sun'shining. we start having fun. we start swimming. we start eating ice cream. the holidays are coming. summer is...
The four seasons the sun starts shining. plants start growing. flowers startopening. birds start singing And making their nests. spring is here. the hot sun'shining. we start having fun. we start swimming. we start eating ice cream. the holidays are...
Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose. And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door. The card said, Be my Valentine, like all the years before. Each year he sent he...
Escape I NEVER hear the word escape Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad by soldiers battered down, But I tug childish at my bars-- Only to fail again! 逃亡 我一听说 逃亡这个词 血液就加快奔...
M-O-T-H-E-R 母亲 --By Howard Johnson M is for the million things she gave me, O means only that shes growing old, T if for the tears she shed to save me, H is for her heart of purest gold, E is for her eyes, with love-light shinning, R means right,...