标签:背诵精华 相关文章
A Red, Red Rose O My luves* like a red, red rose, Thats newly sprung in June; O my luves like the melodie, Thats sweetly playd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a the seas
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion
The Americans Americans are a peculiar people. They work like mad, then give away much of what they earn. They play until they are exhausted, and call this a vacation. They live to think of themselves as tough-minded business men, yet they are push-
The Art of Living The art of living is to know when to hold fast and when to let go. For life is a paradox: it enjoins us to cling to its many gifts even while it ordains their eventual relinquishment. The rabbis of old put it this way: A man comes
What is it like to be old in the United States? What will our own lives be like when we are old? Americans find it difficult to think about old age until they are propelled into the midst of it by their own aging and that of relatives and friends. A
Of Study (Francis Bacon) Studies serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight, is in privateness and retiring; for ornament, is in discourse; and for ability, is in the judgement and disposition of business. For ecpe
I want a wife who will take care of my physical needs. I want a wife who will keep my house clean. A wife who will pick up after my children, a wife who will pick up after me. I want a wife who will keep my clothes clean, ironed, mended, replaced wh
Golden Fruit Of the fruits of the year I give my vote to the orange. In the first place it is a perennial----if not in actual fact, at least in the greengrocers shop. On the days when dessert is a name given to a handful of chocolates and a little p
Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endle
A Tribute To The Dog 1. The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter whom he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust wit
My People The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun. Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people. by Langston Hughes 我的人民 夜色美丽, 我的人民的面孔亦美丽。
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah,my foes, and oh,my friends- It gives a lovely light! -----Edna St. Vincent Millay 我的蜡烛两头燃烧, 天亮之前就要熄灭; 可是呵,我的敌人,我的朋友 ── 烛光闪烁多麽可爱! ---------埃德
Poems Fog The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking. Over harbor and cityon silent haunches and then moves on. By Carl Sandgurg
The tribute I stand before you today, the representative of a family in grief, in a country in mourning, before a world in shock. We are all united, not only in our desire to pay our respects to Diana, but rather in our need to do so, because such w
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today! I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vi
At the Edge of the Sea The shore is an ancient world, for as long as there has been an earth and se a there has been this place of the meeting of land and water. Yet it is a world that keeps alive the sense of continuing creation and of the relentle
Summer One has the leisure of July for perceiving all the differences of the green of leaves. It is no longer a difference in degrees of maturity, for all the trees have darkened to their final tone, and stand in their differences of character and n
The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast- Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms. Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child - so high - you are, And all th
DO YOU FEAR THE WIND? DO you fear the force of the wind, The slash of the rain? Go face them and fight them, Be savage again. Go hungry and cold like the wolf, Go wade like the crane: The palms of your hands will thicken, The skin of your cheek will
To daffodils Fair daffodils,we weep to see you haste away so soon; as yet the early-rising sun has not attain'd his noon. Stay,stay, until the hasting day has run but to the even-song; and,having pray'd together, we will go with you along. We