歌颂母亲的英语诗歌朗诵稿: Mothers Friends and lovers may come and go, but mothers are forever as you know! Mothers love you good or bad, My mothers the very best freind,I've ever had. There is nothing more precious on earth, other than th...
The Dexterity of Poetry 诗歌之灵性 With the young of both sexes, Poetry is, like love, a passion; but, for much the greater part of those who have been proud of its power over their minds, a necessity soon arises of breaking the pleasing bondage...
JUDY WOODRUFF: Finally tonight, the first in a new series we will be bring you over the coming months. We're calling this project Where Poetry Lives. Jeffrey Brown tells us about it. JEFFREY BROWN: We have a special guide traveling with us, poet laur...
Books and arts;book review; 文艺；书评； James Fenton's poetry;Flower power; 詹姆士.芬顿的诗；诗歌的力量； A modern master goes from strength to strength; 一位逐渐成长起来的当代诗坛巨匠； Yellow Tulipspoem;by JAMES...
Read the poems Progress by Osbert Sitwell The city's heat is like a leaden pall- Its lowered lamps glow in the midnight air Like mammoth orange-moths that flit and flare Through the dark tapestry of night. The tall Black houses crush the creeping beg...
Read the story The Novels of J.M. Coetzee Dusklands The novel actually consists of two separate stories. The first one, The Vietnam Project, relates the gradual descent into insanity of its protagonist Eugene Dawn. Eugene works for a U.S. government...
William Shakespear （1564~1616） No more be grieved at that thou hast done: Roses have thorns,and silver fountains mud. Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in swe...
THE HUMMING-BIRD Of all animated beings this is the most elegant in form and the most brilliant in colors. The stones and metals polished by our arts are not comparable to(1) this jewel of Nature(2)....
THE FIRST SNOW The first snow came. How beautiful it was, falling so silently all day long, all night long, on the mountains, on the meadows, on the roofs of (1)the living, on the graves of the dead!...
Edmund Spenser (1552-1599) One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away; Agayne I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray. “Vayn...
