乡村真美。此时正值夏季，田里的小麦都呈现金黄色而燕麦依然青绿。 干草被堆放在低洼的草地上，广阔的树林围绕着 田野和草地，树林的中央有多处深...
“Grandmother!” exclaimed the child, “oh, take me with you! I know thou1 wilt2leave me as soon as the match goes out， thou wilt vanish like warm fire in the stove, like the splendid New Year's...
She kindled a third match. Again shot up the flame； and now she was sitting under a most beautiful Christmas tree ,far larger, and far more prettily decked out, than the one she had seen last Christ...
In a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected beyond the other. She sat down, drawing her little feet close under her, but in vain, she could not warm them. She dared not go home, she had s...
The Little Match-Girl It was dreadfully cold, it was snowing fast, and almost dark； the evening----the last evening of the old year was drawing in. But, cold and dark as it was, a poor little girl,...
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The Pride of Youth 青春的骄傲 华尔德·司各特 Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. “tell me ,thou bonny bird, when shall I marry...
If如果 If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can w...
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503(?)–1542) FORGET not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye k...
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A Birthday By Christina G. Rossetti 1830-94 My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot My heart is like an apple tree Whose boughs are bent with thickest fruit; My heart is like a...
My Love Is Like to Ice Edmund Spenser My love is like to ice, and I to fire: How come it then that this her cold is so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her e...
Crossing the Bar By Alfred Tennyson Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full f...
The Flea John Donne (1572~1631) Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; Me is sucked first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou...
William Shakespear （1564~1616） No more be grieved at that thou hast done: Roses have thorns,and silver fountains mud. Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in swe...
