I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wottles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone...

To HELEN by Edgar Allan Poe Helen，thy beauty is to me Like those Nicèan barks of yore That gently, o‘er a perfumed sea, The weary way-worn wanderer bore To his own native...

Bagpipes of Spain, ye that can sing That which is sweetest to us in the Spring! You first sing of gladness and then sing of pain As deep and as bitter as the billowed main. Sing....

Meeting at Night    The gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their...

She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when a sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent, So that in guys it gently sways at ease Sand its supporting cen...

O Captain！My Captain！ Walt Whitman   O Captain!My Captain!Our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather‘d every rack, the prize we sought is won,     Th...

I‘m going out to clean the pasture spring; I‘ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha‘n‘t be gone long.--You come too. I‘m going ...

I Hear America Singing   — Walt Whitman I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear. Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The ca...

AN OLD AIR Li Qi There once was a man, sent on military missions, A wanderer, from youth, on the You and Yan frontiers. Under the horses‘ hoofs he would meet his foes An...

    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 sha...