I like for you to be still: it is as through you are absent and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you It seems as through your eyes had flown away and ...

A Birthday By Christina Rossetti   My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs bent with thickest fruit; M...

Tears .idle Tears   Tears .idle tears .I know not what they mean. tears from the depth of some diving despair rise in the heart .adn gather to the eyes in looking on the happ...

Autumn Wind Blows Off A Lamp‘s Light   A poem by JingQin /Tr. by Lily   He‘s never cried And already let the dark night Slip off a paper white For many times   Th...

A psalm of life  BY Herry Wadsworth Longfellow         Tell me not in mournful numbers，     Life is but an empty dream！   ...

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost   Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his ...

Bagpipes of Spain, ye that can sing That which is sweetest to us in the Spring! You first sing of gladness and then sing of pain As deep and as bitter as the billowed main. Sing....

He Tells of a Valley Full of Lovers by William Butler Yeats I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood; And I dreamed my ...

罗伯特·佛洛斯特（Robert Frost）美国诗人，曾四度获得普立兹奖。佛洛斯特的诗可分分两大类：抒情短诗和戏剧性较强的叙事诗，两者都脍炙人口。佛洛斯特的抒情诗主要描写了大自然和农民，尤其是...

Mouse-ear I pick and pick mouse-ear But can‘t my basket load. Sick for my husband dear, I leave it by the road. The mountain is too steep For my thin horse to climb. I pour wine ...