Sonnet to Fanny I cry your mercypitylove!aye, love! Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love, Unmasked, and being seenwithout a blot! O! let me have thee whole,allallbe mine! That shape, that fairness, that sw
How Do I Love Thee? 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 the level of everyday's Most quiet need,
Sonnet 75 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. Vayne man, sayd she, that does in vayne assay, A mortall thing so to im
She Is Not Fair to Outward View She is not fair to outward view As many maidens be, Her loveliness I never knew Until she smil'd on me; Oh, then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light! But now her looks are coy and cold, To mine
Tears,Idle Tears Tears Tears,Idle Tears Tears,idle tears,I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine desparir Rise in the heart,and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no mor
Three Shadows I looked and saw your eyes In the shadow of your hair As a traveller sees the stream In the shadow of the wood; And I said, My faint heart sighs Ah me! To linger there, To drink deep and to dream In that sweet solitude. I looked and saw
I could not prove the the years had feet I could not prove the Years had feet Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done I find my feet have further Goals I smile upon the Aims That felt so ampleYesterday Today'
If You Were Coming In The Fall If you were coming in the fall, Id brush the summer by with half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until
Love is cruel, love is sweet Love is cruel, love is sweet, -- Cruel sweet, Lovers sigh till lovers meet, Sigh and meet -- Sigh and meet, and sigh again -- Cruel sweet! O sweetest pain! Love is blind -- but love is sly, Blind and sly. Thoughts are bol
To Morning O holy virgin! clad in purest white, Unlock heav'n's golden gates, and issue forth; Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning,
Ill be a tree Ill be a tree, if you are its flower, 我愿是一棵树,如果你是那树上的花, Or a flower, if you are the dew---- 或是一朵花,如果你是那花上的晨露, Ill be the dew, if you are the sunbeam, 抑或晨露,如果
The Road Not Taken Robert Frost 未选择的路罗伯特佛洛斯特 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 黄色的树林里分出两条路, And sorry I could not travel both 可惜我不能同时去涉足, And be one traveler, long I stood 我在那
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me, - The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me! Emily is writing a letter to the
Fame is a bee. It has a song - It has a sting - Ah, too, it has a wing. A bee can sing a song that makes people happy. A bee has a sting which makes people fear it. A bee has a wing that enables it to fly away from people. Fame is sweet to have, bitt
There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry - This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll - How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human soul. A book is compared to a ship bec
When You Are Old William butler Yeats When you are old and gray and full of sleep And nodding by the fire,take down this book, And slowly read,and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of gla