Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away，（Capten， art tha sleepin' there below？）Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay，...
'Ye have robb'd，' said he， 'ye have slaughter'd and made an end，Take your ill-got plunder， and bury the dead：What will ye more of ...
With failing feet and shoulders bowedBeneath the weight of happier days，He lagged among the heedless crowd，Or crept along suburban ways.But still thro...
It was eight bells ringing，For the morning watch was done，And the gunner's lads were singingAs they polished every gun.It was eight bells ringing，...
We loved our nightjar， but she would not stay with us.We had found her lying as dead， but soft and warm，Under the apple tree beside the old thatched w...
Our game was his but yesteryear；We wished him back； we could not knowThe self-same hour we missed him hereHe led the line that broke the foe.Blood-red...
A Song of the Great RetreatDreary lay the long road， dreary lay the town，Lights out and never a glint o' moon：Weary lay the stragglers， half a tho...
O living pictures of the dead，O songs without a sound，O fellowship whose phantom treadHallows a phantom ground ——How in a gleam have these...
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night ——Ten to make and the match to win ——A bumping pitch and a blinding light，...
作者WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS 叶芝（1865-1939），用英语写作的爱尔兰诗人，早年曾参加爱尔兰独立运动，但后来脱离政治运动，专心致力与文学写作。其诗风受布莱克影响较深；后与法国诗派接触，使他的诗又带上了唯美注意和象征主义色彩。叶芝在1923年获得诺贝尔文学奖，是一位对现代诗歌具有...