Ye little snails,With slippery tails, Who noiselessly travelAlong this gravel, By a silvery path of slime unsightly, I learn that you visit my pea-rows nightly.

（一） If you can see only what light reveals and hear only what sound announcesThen in truth you do not see,nor do you hear.假如你只能看到光所顯示的，只能聽到聲所宣告的，那么實(shí)際上你沒有看，也沒有聽。

They are cutting down the great plane-trees at the end of the gardens.For days there has been the grate of the saw, the swish of the branches as they fall,The crash of the trunks, the rustle of trodden leaves,With the

I would if I could chooseAge and die outwards as a tulip does;Not as this iris drawing in, in-coilingIts complex strange taut inflorescence, willingItself a bud again - though all achieved isNo more than a clenched

How vainly men themselves amazeTo win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours seeCrowned from some single herb or tree, Whose short and narrow vergèd shadeDoes prudently their toils upbraid, While all

I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nighHad

A light drizzle was falling as my sister Jill and I ran out of the Methodist Church, eager to get home and play with the presents that Santa had left for us and our baby sister, Sharon.

Catch the star that holds your destiny, the one that forever twinkles within your heart. Take advantage of precious opportunities while they still sparkle before you.

At a young and tender age, Patti Wilson was told by her doctor that she was an epileptic. Her father, Jim Wilson, is a morning jogger. One day she smiled through her braces and said, Daddy what Id really love to do is

A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked timidly without an appointment into the president of Harvard’s outer office .

Crossing the Bar By Alfred Tennyson Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam,

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are.

Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,Dawdling away their wat'ry noon)Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear,Each secret fishy hope or fear.Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;But is there anything Beyond?This life

Two weeks ago was my 45th birthday, but I wasn'tfeeling too hot that morning anyway. I went to breakfast knowing my wife would be pleasant andsay "Happy Birthday" and probably have a presentfor me.

There were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that have nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart. It is said that the true nature of being is veiled.

No rose, no diamond ring, that’s the simple and romantic love stories in college. The graduates have to face the approaching of June, a time to farewell their beloved.

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness painsMy sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drainsOne minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But

Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees. 憂思在我的心里平靜下去，正如暮色降臨在寂靜Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.

Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. So one day he asked God, “They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?” God replied, “Among the

I have a dream ……I say to you, my friends, so even though we must face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American d ream.

Beauty There were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that have nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart.It is said that the true nature of being is veiled.

I recently lost my best friend Arnold in an automobile accident while moving my family to our new home in Arizona. Arnold was an 8-month-old pot belly who taught me so much about love, devotion and companionship.

文：朱自清 燕子去了，有再來的時(shí)候；楊柳枯了，有再青的時(shí)候；桃花謝了，有再開的時(shí)候。但是，聰明的，你告訴我，我們的日子為什么一去不復(fù)返呢？--是有人偷了他們罷：那是誰？又藏在何處呢？是他們自己逃走了：現(xiàn)在又到了哪里呢？Swall

Before Two Portraits of My Mother 兩幅母親肖像前I love the beautiful young girl of thisportrait, my mother, painted years agowhen her forehead was white, and there was noshadow in the dazzling Venetian glassof her gaze.

once a circle missed a wedge. the circle wanted to be whole, so it went around looking for its missing piece. but because it was incomplete and therefore could roll only very slowly, it admired the flowers along the way.

Snacks are I suppose defined as things that we eat between regular meals. In fact, if you are eating something and it is not breakfast, lunch or dinner-time then it is a snack.

If 如果If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by

"It's like anything else, dear," said Mama. 'No matter how good at it you are, if it stops being fun, you won't want to do it anymore." 像任何事情一樣，不管你在某個(gè)事情上有多少天賦，如果這個(gè)事情本身不再能給你帶來樂趣，那

Joy in living comes from having fine emotions, trusting them, giving them the freedom of a bird in the open. Joy in living can never be assumed as a pose, or put on from the outside as a mask.

●Many people will walk in and out of your life . . . ●But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.●To handle yourself, use your head;●To handle others, use your heart.

By Barbara J. Crocker My grandmother became a widow in 1970. Shortly after that, we went to the animal shelter to pick out a puppy to keep her company.

SNOW --to the tune of Chin Yuan ChunFebruary 1936North country scene:A hundred leagues locked in ice,A thousand leagues of whirling snow.Both sides of the Great WallOne single white immensity.

by Bertrand Russell Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.

媽媽再嚴(yán)格還是媽媽，對(duì)嗎？ ------------------------------------------Dad was going to be in charge. It happened a lot nowadays, because Kitty's Mum's new job meant that sometimes she had to work on Saturdays.

Artist: Joan Baez Lyrics Song: Blowin' in the Wind LyricsHow many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a manHow many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sandHow many times must the cannonballs

In October 2002, the Biblical Archaeology Society announced a discovery which could provide historical evidence for the existence of Jesus. An inscription had been found on an ancient bone box (ossuary) that reads

Follow Your Dream I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch in San Ysidro. He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events to raise money for youth at risk programs.

I've been working on the railroad All the live-long dayI've been working on the railroadJust to pass the time awayCan't you hear the whistle blowing?Raise up so early in the momCan't you hear the captain shouting"Dinah,

出賣靈魂 The Selling of a SoulBy Sorley MacLean北京外國語大學(xué) 張劍 譯析A poet struggling with the world's condition,Prostitution of talents1 and the bondageWith which the bulk of men have been deceived,I am not, I

Right from the start he is dressed in his best - his blacks and his whitesLittle Fauntleroy - quiffed and glossy,A Sunday suit, a wedding natty get-up,Standing in dunged strawUnder cobwebby beams, near the mud wall,Half

這就是我們每個(gè)人的故事。這顆樹就是我們的父母。小時(shí)候，我們喜歡和爸爸媽媽玩……長大后，我們就離開他們，只在需要什么東西或者遇到麻煩的時(shí)候，才回到他們身邊。無論如何，父母永遠(yuǎn)都在那兒，傾其所有使你快樂。

What kind of world is it my friendthat little children see?I wonder if they see God firstbecause they just believe?Do they see strength in caring eyeswho watch them as they play -or maybe love through gentle handsthat

If 如果If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by

WindflowersWindflowers,windflowersmy father told me not to gonear themHe said he feared them alwaysand he told me that theycarried him awayWindflowers,beartifulwindflowersI couldn't wait to touch themto smell them I

A thick crust, coarse-grained as limestone rough-cast,hardened gradually on top of the four crocksthat stood, large pottery bombs, in the small pantry.

Between my finger and my thumbThe squat pen rests; as snug as a gun.Under my window a clean rasping soundWhen the spade sinks into gravelly ground:My father, digging.

Xanadu—Kubla Khanby Samuel Taylor ColeridgeIn Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree:Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caverns measureless to manDown to a sunless sea.

Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again --- by Xu Zhimo 再別康橋 徐志摩 Very quietly I take my leave As quietly as I came here; Quietly I wave good-bye To the rosy clouds in the western sky.

O blithe New-comer! I have heard,I hear thee and rejoice,O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grassThy twofold shout I hear,From hill to hill it seems to pass,At once far

We Never Told Him He Couldn't Do It My son Joey was born with club feet. The doctors assured us that with treatment he would be able to walk normally - but would never run very well.

With best wishes for a happy birthday.Each birthday is a milestone we touch along life's way.May every special happiness fill this day for you and may the year bring everything you look forward to.

The furthest distance in the world Is not between life and death But when I stand in front of you Yet you don’t know that I love you The furthest distance in the world Is not when i stand in font of you Yet you can’t

Ludwig van Beethoven (1770-1827), one of history's most famous and mysterious composers died at the age of 57 with one great secret. Upon his death, a love letter was found among his possessions.

Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again --by Xu Zhimo 再別康橋 徐志摩Very quietly I take my leave As quietly as I came here; Quietly I wave good-bye To the rosy clouds in the western sky.

My father was my hero, all throughout my life. The father of eight children, he saw his share of strife1.When I was very little, he appeared to be so large.In my eyes he could do anything, we all knew he was in charge2.

Three Passions I have Lived For吾之三愿by Bertrand Russell Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering

威廉·布萊克是十九世紀(jì)英國浪漫派詩人，主要詩作有詩集《天真之歌》、《經(jīng)驗(yàn)之歌》等。 早期作品簡潔明快，中后期作品趨向玄妙晦澀，充滿神秘色彩。本詩選自《天真之歌》。 春天來了，萬物復(fù)蘇。

你將會(huì)成為我的摯愛You Will be My Ain True Love You'll walk unscathed through musket fire, No ploughman's blade will cut thee down, No cutler's horn will mark thy face, And you will be my ain true love,And you will be my

There’s a spot in my heart which no colleen may own;There’s a depth in my soulnever sounded or known;There’s a place in my memorymy life that you fill;No other can take itno one ever will;Every sorrow or carein the

夏天的飛鳥，飛到我的窗前唱歌，又飛去了。秋天的黃葉，它們沒有什么可唱，只嘆息一聲，飛落在那里。Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and

I hope you have a most happy and prosperous(大吉大利） New Year.To wish you joy at this holy season. Wishing every happiness will always come to you!With many good wishes for the holidays and the coming year!Wishing you

Congratulations on your graduation! Whishing you a future filled with success and joy of seeing your dreams come true.Congratulate you on your graduation and may all your hopes and plans turn to fulfillment and success.

A RED, RED ROSE By Robert Burns O my luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; O my luve is like the melodie, That's sweetly played in tune.

Two weeks ago was my 45th birthday, but I wasn'tfeeling too hot that morning anyway. I went to breakfast knowing my wife would be pleasant andsay "Happy Birthday" and probably have a presentfor me.

What a bundle of contradictions is a man! Surely, humour is the saving grace of us, for without it we should die of vexation. With me, nothing illustrates the contrariness of things better than the matter of sleep.

1.Most of us have more things than we need and use. At times they pile up in corners and closets accumulate, in the recesses of attics, basements garages.

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