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日期：2007-10-19 he shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, he steals the down from the honeybee, he makes the forest trees rustle and sing, he twirls my kite till it breaks its string. laughing, dancing, sunny wind, whistling, howling, rainy wind, north, south, eas... 日期：2007-10-19 naughty little speckled trout, can't i coax you to come out? is it such great fun to play in the water every day? do you pull the naiads' hair hiding in the lilies there? do you hunt for fishes' eggs, or watch tadpoles grow their legs? do the little... 日期：2007-10-19 high up in the apple tree climbing i go, with the sky above me, the earth below. each branch is the step of a wonderful stair which leads to the town i see shining up there. climbing, climbing, higher and higher, the branches blow and i see a spire,... 日期：2007-10-19 slipping softly through the sky little horned, happy moon, can you hear me up so high? will you come down soon? on my nursery window-sill will you stay your steady flight? and then float away with me through the summer night? brushing over tops of tr... 日期：2007-10-19 my grandpapa lives in a wonderful house with a great many windows and doors, there are stairs that go up, and stairs that go down, and such beautiful, slippery floors. but of all of the rooms, even mother's and mine, and the bookroom, and parlour and... 日期：2007-10-19 near where i live there is a lake as blue as blue can be, winds make it dance as they go blowing by. i think it curtseys to the sky. it's just a lake of lovely flowers and my mamma says they are ours; but they are not like those we grow to be our ver... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 sea shell, sea shell, sing me a song, o please! a song of ships, and sailor men, and parrots, and tropical trees, of islands lost in the spanish main which no man ever may find again, of fishes and corals under the waves, and seahorses stabled in gre... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-10-19 thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, how often in some distant gallery, gained by a little painful spiral stair, far from the halls and corridors where throng the crowd of casual readers, have i passed long, peaceful hours seated on the flo... 日期：2007-10-19 great master! boyish, sympathetic man! whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung from life's slim, twisted tendril and there swung in crimson-sphered completeness; guardian of crystal portals through whose openings fan the spiced winds which blew w... 日期：2007-10-19 written after reading trevelyan's garibaldi and the making of italy poor foolish monarch, vacillating, vain, decaying victim of a race of kings, swift destiny shook out her purple wings and caught him in their shadow; not again could furtive plottin... 日期：2007-10-19 george augustus clough a native of liverpool, died suddenly of stranger's fever nov'r 5th 1843 aged 22 he died of stranger's fever when his youth had scarcely melted into manhood, so the chiselled legend runs; a brother's woe laid bare for epitaph. t... 日期：2007-10-19 `i can't get out', said the starling. sterne's `sentimental journey'. forever the impenetrable wall of self confines my poor rebellious soul, i never see the towering white clouds roll before a sturdy wind, save through the small barred window of my... 日期：2007-10-19 throughout the echoing chambers of my brain i hear your words in mournful cadence toll like some slow passing-bell which warns the soul of sundering darkness. unrelenting, fain to batter down resistance, fall again stroke after stroke, insistent dias... 日期：2007-10-19 i learnt to write to you in happier days, and every letter was a piece i chipped from off my heart, a fragment newly clipped from the mosaic of life; its blues and grays, its throbbing reds, i gave to earn your praise. to make a pavement for your fee... 日期：2007-10-19 all night i wrestled with a memory which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought. the crumbled wreck of years behind has wrought its disillusion; now i only cry for peace, for power to forget the lie which hope too long has whispered. so i sought t... 日期：2007-10-19 how empty seems the town now you are gone! a wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls hide nothing to desire; sunshine falls eery, distorted, as it long had shone on white, dead faces tombed in halls of stone. the whir of motors, stricken through... 日期：2007-10-19 my heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings vibrate most readily to minor chords, searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words which voice the passion and the ache of things: illusions beating with their baffled wings against the walls of circum... 日期：2007-10-19 my heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings vibrate most readily to minor chords, searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words which voice the passion and the ache of things: illusions beating with their baffled wings against the walls of circum... 日期：2007-10-19 i do not care to talk to you although your speech evokes a thousand sympathies, and all my being's silent harmonies wake trembling into music. when you go it is as if some sudden, dreadful blow had severed all the strings with savage ease. no, do not... 日期：2007-10-19 what torture lurks within a single thought when grown too constant, and however kind, however welcome still, the weary mind aches with its presence. dull remembrance taught remembers on unceasingly; unsought the old delight is with us but to find tha... 阅读全文>> |
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