William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850) O blithe New-comer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice, O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At on...
A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart. 真正的朋友是一个可以援手帮助并感动你心扉的人。 There's always going to be people that hurt you,so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who y...
Richard Henry Stoddard / 理查德.亨利.斯托达德 There are gains for all our losses. 我们失去的一切都能得到补偿， There are balms for all our pain; 我们所有的痛苦都能得到安慰； But when youth,the dream,departs 可是梦境似的青春一旦消逝， It takes someth...
W.H.Auden / W.H.奥登 Looking up at the stars, I know quite well 仰望群星的时分，我一清二楚， That, for all they care, I can go to hell, 尽管它们关怀备至，我亦有可能赴地府， But on earth indifference is the least 可是尘世间我们丝毫不必畏惧 We have to...
I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you. 我爱你，不是因为你是一个怎样的人，而是因为我喜欢与你在一起时的感觉。 No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry. 没有人值得你流泪，值...
William Blake / 威廉.布莱克 To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild fllower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. 从一粒沙子看到一个世界， 从一朵野花看到一个天堂， 把握在你手心里的就是无限， 永恒也就消融...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 亨利.沃兹渥斯.朗费罗 The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the moldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My lif...
Herry Wadsworth Longfellow / 享利.沃兹渥斯.朗费罗 Tell me not in mournful numbers, 请别用哀伤的诗句对我讲； Life is but an empty dream! 人生呵，无非是虚梦一场！ For the soul is dead that slumbers, 因为沉睡的灵魂如死一般， And things are not what the...
G.Herbert / 赫伯特 Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright! 甜美的白昼，如此凉爽、安宁、明媚！ The bridal of the earth and sky ------ 天地间完美的匹配 ----- The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; 今宵的露珠儿将为你的消逝而落泪； For thou must die. 因...
Seamus Heaney A thick crust, coarse-grained as limestone rough-cast, hardened gradually on top of the four crocks that stood, large pottery bombs, in the small pantry. After the hot brewery of gland, cud and udder, cool porous earthenware fermented...
