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When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To serve for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss, Truly that h

SOME may have blamed you that you took away The verses that could move them on the day When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes

Against Unworthy Praise O heart, be at peace, because Nor knave nor dolt can break What's not for their applause, Being for a woman's sake.

THE WHITE BIRDS --by: W.B. Yeats WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the meteor, bef

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W.B. Yeats Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Inwrought with golden and silver light, The blue an

O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown by a woman&#39

I saw thee once — once only — years ago: I must not say how many — but not many. It was a July midnight; and from out A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring, Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven, There fell a silvery-silken veil of light, With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber, Upon the upturned faces of a thousand Roses that grew in an enchanted garden, Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe — Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses That gave out, in return for the love-light, Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death — Fell on the upturn'd faces

　　Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? 　　Thou art more lovely and more temperate. 　　Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

Helen， thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore， That gently， o'er a perfumed sea， The weary， way-worn wanderer bore To his

When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days; To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,' Proving his beauty by succession thine! This were to be new made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm

I Saw Thee Weep I saw thee weep---the big bright tear Came o'er that eye of blue; And then methought it did appear A violet dropping dew: I

When you are old and grey and full of sleep. And nodding by the fire, take down this book. And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your

我喜欢你是寂静的，仿佛你消失了一样。 　　 　　你从远处聆听我，我的声音却无法触及你。 　　 　　好像你的双眼已经飞离远去， 　　 　　如同一个吻

How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarr'd the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not eased by night, But day by night,

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, w

　　Down by the Sally garden 　　William Butler Yeats 　　 　　Down by the Sally gardens my love and I did meet; 　　She passed the Sally ga

She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night 　　Of cloudless climes and starry skies; 　　And all that's best of d