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日期：2007-10-19 high up above the open, welcoming door it hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. once, long ago, it was a waving tree and knew the sun and shadow through the leaves of forest trees, in a thick eastern wood. the winter snows had bent its branches do... 日期：2007-10-19 what is poetry? is it a mosaic of coloured stones which curiously are wrought into a pattern? rather glass that's taught by patient labor any hue to take and glowing with a sumptuous splendor, make beauty a thing of awe; where sunbeams caught, transm... 日期：2007-10-19 as one who sails upon a wide, blue sea far out of sight of land, his mind intent upon the sailing of his little boat, on tightening ropes and shaping fair his course, hears suddenly, across the restless sea, the rhythmic striking of some towered cloc... 日期：2007-10-19 life is a stream on which we strew petal by petal the flower of our heart; the end lost in dream, they float past our view, we only watch their glad, early start. freighted with hope, crimsoned with joy, we scatter the leaves of our opening rose; the... 日期：2007-10-19 april had covered the hills with flickering yellows and reds, the sparkle and coolness of snow was blown from the mountain beds. across a deep-sunken stream the pink of blossoming trees, and from windless appleblooms the humming of many bees. the air... 日期：2007-10-19 glinting golden through the trees, apples of hesperides! through the moon-pierced warp of night shoot pale shafts of yellow light, swaying to the kissing breeze swings the treasure, golden-gleaming, apples of hesperides! far and lofty yet they glimme... 日期：2007-10-19 wild little bird, who chose thee for a sign to put upon the cover of this book? who heard thee singing in the distance dim, the vague, far greenness of the enshrouding wood, when the damp freshness of the morning earth was full of pungent sweetness a... 日期：2007-10-19 with empty hands; upon it perfumed offerings burn wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn. not one of all these has he given, no flame of his has leapt to heaven firesouled, vermilion-hearted, forked, and darted, consuming what a few spare pence hav... |
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