The choice
William Butler Yeats
The intellect of man is forced to choose
Perfection of life ,or of the work,
And if take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion ,raging in the dark.
When all that story ‘s finished ,what’s the news?
In luck or out the toil has left its mark:
That old perplexity an empty purse,
Or the day’s vanity ,the night’s remorse
...
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Toss...
O my luve is like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my luve is like the melodie,
That’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair thou art, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the sea gang dry, my dear,
And the rock melt wi’ the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
W...
(1)
Boats sail on the rivers, 小舟在河上航行，
And ships sail on the seas; 大船在海中操轮，
But clouds that sail across the sky, 然而白云飘过天空时，
Are prettier far than these. 比这些更为悦人。
(2)
There are bridges on the rivers, 河上有桥，
As pretty as you please; 如你所愿的那么悦目；
But the bow that bridges heaven, 然而横跨在穹苍的长虹，
And overtops the trees, 却比树梢更高...
Life…What is it?
See it in the colors of autumn,
A gentle snowfall in winter,
A sudden shower in spring,
The radiance of a summer day.
Behold it in the laughter Of the young and the old.
Know of it in a surge of hope,
The blessings that are bountiful.
What is life?
It is joy,awareness,
And the music within.
心灵深处的音乐
生命是什么？
它浸染在五彩缤纷的秋色里，
在阵阵春雨...
Life can be good,
Life can be bad,
Life is mostly cheerful,
But sometimes sad.
Life can be dreams,
Life can be great thoughts;
Life can mean a person,
Sitting in court.
Life can be dirty,
Life can even be painful;
But life is what you make it,
So try to make it beautiful.
Winds through the olive trees
Softly did blow,
Round little Bethlehem
Long, long ago.
Sheep on the hillside lay
Whiter than snow;
Shepherds were watching them,
Long, long ago.
Then from the happy sky,
Angels bent low,
Singing their songs of joy,
Long, long ago.
For in a manger bed,
Cradled we know,
Christ came to Bethlehem,
很久很久以前
风儿轻轻地
吹过橄榄树丛，
吹过小小的伯利...
I think that I shall J.Kilmernever see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with the rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But on...
A Dad is a person
Who is loving and kind
And often he knows
What you have on your mind
He’s someone who listens,
Suggests, and defends
A dad can be one
Of your very best friends!
He’s proud of your triumphs,
But when things go wrong,
A dad can be patient
And helpful and strong.
In all that you do
A dad’s love plays a part
There’s always a place for him
Deep...
When will the moon be clear and bright?With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the blue sky.I don’t know what season it would be in the heavens on this night.
I’d like to ride the wind to fly home.
Yet I fear the crystal and jade mansions are much too high and cold for me.
Dancing with my moon-lit shadow,
It does not seem like the human world.
The moon rounds the red mansion Stoops t...
