Wilt thou forget the happy hoursWhich we buried in Love's sweet bowers,Heaping over their corpses coldBlossoms and leaves, instead of mould?Blosso...
And wilt thou, faithless one, then, leave me,With all thy magic phantasy,——With all the thoughts that joy or grieve me,Wilt thou with all ...
Hope is the thing with feathers希望是鸟儿"Hope" is the thing with feathers—That perches in the soul—And sings the tune without the wo...
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,By just exchange one for another given;I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,There never was a better ba...
Auld Lang SyneRobert BurnsShould auld acquanintance be forgot，And never brought to mind?Should auld acquaintance be forgot，And days of auld long syne?...
WOMAN AND BIRDBefore I thought of flying, I was just a childCaring for the things that adults didn't want - insects with wings andFleeing hedgehog...
Mother MachreeThere's a spot in my heartwhich no colleen may own;There's a depth in my soulnever sounded or known;There's a place in my me...
Sound the Flute!Now it's mute.Birds delightDay and Night.NightingaleIn the dale,Lark in SkyMerrilyMerrily Merrily to welcome in the Year.Little Bo...
Living Life OverIf I had my life to live overI would have talked less and listened more.I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet...
My love is like the grassesHidden in the deep mountains.Though its abundance increase,There is none that knows.我的爱情犹如青草，藏在深山。它郁郁葱葱，却无人知晓。I have been s...