When You Are Old
When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire,
take down this book,
And slowly read,
and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once,
and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
The day is cold,and dark,and dreary;天冷、陰暗、沉悶；It rains,and the wind is never weary;下著雨，風(fēng)也刮個不停；The vine still clings to the moldering wall,藤還攀附著頹垣殘壁，But at every gust the dead leaves...
春的飛逝Richard Henry Stoddard/理查德.亨利.斯托達德There are gains for all our losses. 我們失去的一切都能得到補償，There are balms for all our pain;我們所有的痛苦都能得到安慰；But when youth,the dream,departs...
Love is Mom's kiss and Dad's pat. Love is sweet roses to a lover and tender caresses to a child. Love is the tree of friendship.Love is mutual understanding and support. Love is forgiveness and sacrifice....
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height to My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace....
My love, I have tried with all my beingto grasp a form comparable to thine own,but nothing seems worthy;I know now why Shakespeare could notcompare his love to a summer’s day....
Live in you, you love in me; We are two garden haunted by each other. Sometimes I cannot find you there, There is only the swing creaking, that you have just left, Or your favourite book beside the sundial....
Very quietly I take my leaveAs quietly as I came here;Quietly I wave good-byeTo the rosy clouds in the western sky. The golden willows by the riversideAre young brides in the setting sun;Their reflections on the...
May Buddha let us meetin my most beautiful hours,I have prayed for itfor five hundred years.Buddha made me a treeby the path you may take,In full blossoms I'm waiting in the sunevery flower carrying my previous hope....