英语诗歌欣赏

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英语诗歌欣赏

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英语诗歌欣赏

　　Against Love

　　Hence Cupid! with your cheating toys,

　　Your real griefs, and painted joys,

爱上海后花园论坛　　Your pleasure which itself destroys.

爱上海后花园论坛　　Lovers like men in fevers burn and rave,

　　And only what will injre them do crave.

爱上海后花园论坛　　Mens weakness makes love so severe,

　　They give him power by their fear,

　　And make the shackles which they wear.

　　Who to another does his heart submit,

　　Makes his own idol,and then worships it.

　　Him whose heart is all his own,

爱上海后花园论坛　　Peace and liberty does crown,

爱上海后花园论坛　　He apprehends no killing frown.

爱上海后花园论坛　　He feels no raptures which are joys diseased,

　　And is not much transported,but still pleased.

　　The Youth

　　There are gains for all our losses.

　　There are balms for all our pain;

爱上海后花园论坛　　But when youth, the dream, departs

爱上海后花园论坛　　It takes something from our hearts,

　　And it never comes again.

　　We are stronger, and are better,

爱上海后花园论坛　　Under manhood’s sterner reign;

　　Still we feel that something sweet

　　Following youth, with flying feet,

爱上海后花园论坛　　And will never come again.

　　Something beautiful is vanished,

爱上海后花园论坛　　And we sigh for it in vain;

　　We behold it everywhere,

　　On the earth, and in the air,

爱上海后花园论坛　　But it never comes again!

　　Love

　　I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.

爱上海后花园论坛　　No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is ,wont make you cry.

爱上海后花园论坛　　The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you cant have them.

爱上海后花园论坛　　Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.

　　To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.

爱上海后花园论坛　　Dont waste your time on a man/woman, who isnt willing to waste their time on you.

爱上海后花园论坛　　Just because someone doesnt love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they dont love you with all they have.

　　Dont try to hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.

爱上海后花园论坛　　Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.

爱上海后花园论坛　　Dont cry because it is over, smile because it happened.

　　Trees

　　J.Kilmer

爱上海后花园论坛　　I think that I shall J.Kilmernever see

爱上海后花园论坛　　A poem lovely as a tree.

　　A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

　　against the earths sweet flowing breast;

　　A tree that looks at God all day,

爱上海后花园论坛　　And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

　　A tree that may in summer wear

爱上海后花园论坛　　A nest of robins in her hair;

　　Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

爱上海后花园论坛　　Who intimately lives with the rain.

爱上海后花园论坛　　Poems are made by fools like me,

爱上海后花园论坛　　But only God can make a tree.

　　My Father

　　When I was:

　　Four years old: My daddy can do anything.

　　Five years old: My daddy knows a whole lot.

　　Six years old: My dad is smarter than your dad.

　　Eight years old: My dad doesnt know exactly everything.

　　Ten years old: In the olden days, when my dad grew up, things were sure different.

　　Twelve years old: Oh, well, naturally, Dad doesnt know anything about that. He is too old to remember his childhood.

　　Fourteen years old: Dont pay any attention to my dad. He is so old-fashioned.

　　Twenty-one years old: Him? My Lord, hes hopelessly out of date.

　　Twenty-five years old: Dad knows about it, but then he should, because he has been around so long.

爱上海后花园论坛　　Thirty years old: Maybe we should ask Dad what he thinks. After all, hes had a lot of experience.

爱上海后花园论坛　　Thirty-five years old: Im not doing a single thing until I talk to Dad.

　　Forty years old: I wonder how Dad would have handled it. He was so wise.

爱上海后花园论坛　　Fifty years old: Id give anything if Dad were here now so I could talk this over with him. Too bad I didnt appreciate how smart he was. I could have learned a lot from him.

　　By The Arno

　　The oleander on the wall

爱上海后花园论坛　　Grows crimson in the dawning light,

　　Though the grey shadows of the night

　　Lie yet on Florence like a pall.

　　The dew is bright upon the hill,

　　And bright the blossoms overhead,

爱上海后花园论坛　　But ah! the grasshoppers have fled,

　　The little Attic song is still.

　　Only the leaves are gently stirred

　　By the soft breathing of the gale,

　　And in the almond－scented vale