A Birthday By Christina Rossetti   My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs bent with thickest fruit; M...

  Sailing to Byzantium   THAT is no country for old men. The young In one another‘s arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations - at their song, The salmon-falls...

Parting at Morning   Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun look’d over the mountain’s rim: And straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of ...

《Song 》 When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops...

THE WHITE BIRDS WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee; And the flame of the blue st...

Why the Roses Are So Pale Heinrich Heine Dearest, canst thou tell me why The rose should be so pale? And why the Azure violet Should wither in the vale? And why the lark should i...

He Tells of a Valley Full of Lovers by William Butler Yeats I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood; And I dreamed my ...

If thou must love me, let it be for maught Except for love‘s sake only. Do not say, ‘I love for her smile-her look -her way Of speaking gently,-for a trick of thought That falls ...

The Arrow and the Song   Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where; For so swiftly it flew the sight, Could not foll...

Snow-bound        By John Greenleaf Whittier   A chill no coat, however stout, Of homespun stuff could quite shut out, A hard, dull bitterness ...