How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of B...
by Mark Strand Even this late it happens： the coming of love， the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves， stars gather，...
To His Coy Mistressby Andrew Marvell(1621-1678)Had we but world enough, and time,This coyness, Lady, were no crimeWe would sit down and think which wa...
Xanadu—Kubla Khanby Samuel Taylor ColeridgeIn Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree:Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caver...
You may write me down in historyWith your bitter，twisted lies，You may trod me in the very dirtBut still，like dust，I'll rise.Does my sassiness upse...
I am always hereto understand youI am always hereto laugh with youI am always hereto cry with youI am always hereto talk with youI am always hereto pl...
能否把你比作夏日璀璨 （第十八首）by William Shakespeare威廉·莎士比亚Shall I compare thee to a summer's day？Thou art more lovely and more temperate.Rough winds do...
Somewhere over the rainbow way up highThere's a land that I heard of once in a lullabySomewhere over the rainbow skies are blueAnd the dreams that...
by John MiltonThough hard and rare： thee I revisit safe，And feel thy sovran vital Lamp； but thouRevisit'st not these eyes， that rowle in vainTo f...
William Butler Yeats （1865-1939）The trees are in their autumn beauty，The woodland paths are dry，Under the October twilight the waterMirror a still sky...