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¡¡¡¡Poem lyrics of Blow,Blow,Thou Winter Wind by Shakespeare.

¡¡¡¡Blow,blow,thou winter wind,

¡¡¡¡Thou art not so unkind

¡¡¡¡As mans ingratitude;

¡¡¡¡Thy tooth is not so keen

¡¡¡¡Because thou art not seen,

¡¡¡¡Although thy breath be rude.

¡¡¡¡Snow Wear

¡¡¡¡Jackets and sweaters

¡¡¡¡Stockings and boots

¡¡¡¡Snug hats and mittens

¡¡¡¡Warm woolen suits

¡¡¡¡All bundled up

¡¡¡¡And ready to go

¡¡¡¡Out of the house

¡¡¡¡To play in the snow

¡¡¡¡Although I feel clumsy

¡¡¡¡In all of these clothes

¡¡¡¡I am so happy

¡¡¡¡Whenever it snows!

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¡¡¡¡Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

¡¡¡¡By Robert Frost

¡¡¡¡Whose woods these are I think I know.

¡¡¡¡His house is in the village though;

¡¡¡¡He will not see me stopping here

¡¡¡¡To watch his woods fill up with snow.

¡¡¡¡My little horse must think it queer

¡¡¡¡To stop without a farmhouse near

¡¡¡¡Between the woods and frozen lake

¡¡¡¡The darkest evening of the year.

¡¡¡¡He gives his harness bells a shake

¡¡¡¡To ask if there is some mistake.

¡¡¡¡The only other sounds the sweep

¡¡¡¡Of easy wind and downy flake.

¡¡¡¡The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

¡¡¡¡But I have promises to keep,

¡¡¡¡And miles to go before I sleep,

¡¡¡¡And miles to go before I sleep.

¡¡¡¡¶¬ÌìµÄÓ¢ÎÄÊ«¸è 3

¡¡¡¡Flower of Winter, Flower of Spring

¡¡¡¡A Flower blooms

¡¡¡¡In winter¡¯s chill

¡¡¡¡Though Darkness looms

¡¡¡¡It remains still.

¡¡¡¡Throughout the storms

¡¡¡¡Of snow and hail

¡¡¡¡The Flower forms

¡¡¡¡Its figure frail

¡¡¡¡Then springtime dawns

¡¡¡¡And on the ground

¡¡¡¡Flower is not gone

¡¡¡¡Though others abound

¡¡¡¡A young man sees

¡¡¡¡The flowers sway

¡¡¡¡With gentle breeze

¡¡¡¡He walks their way

¡¡¡¡And for his maiden

¡¡¡¡picks one out

¡¡¡¡Nature¡¯s game played

¡¡¡¡Without a doubt

¡¡¡¡A Flower picked

¡¡¡¡For lovers¡¯ will

¡¡¡¡A Flower born

¡¡¡¡In winter¡¯s chill

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¡¡¡¡If you were a teardrop;In my eye,

¡¡¡¡For fear of losing you,I would never cry

¡¡¡¡And if the golden sun,Should cease to shine its light,

¡¡¡¡Just one smile from you,Would make my whole world bright

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¡¡¡¡When Day Is Done

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¡¡¡¡When Day Is Done

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¡¡¡¡If the day is done,

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¡¡¡¡If birds sing no more,

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¡¡¡¡If the wind has flagged tired, ·ç¶ùÒ²´µ¾ëÁË£¬

¡¡¡¡Then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me, ÄǾÍÓúڰµµÄºñÄ»°ÑÎÒ¸ÇÉÏ£¬

¡¡¡¡Even as thou hast wrapt the earth with The coverlet of sleep and tenderly closed,

¡¡¡¡Èçͬ»Æ»èʱ½ÚÄãÓÃ˯ÃßµÄôÀ±»¹üס´óµØ£¬ The petals of the drooping lotus at dusk. ÓÖÇáÇáºÏÉÏ˯Á«µÄ.»¨°ê¡£ From the traverer, ·;δÍ꣬ÐÐÄÒÒÑ¿Õ,

¡¡¡¡Whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended , ÒÂÉÑÆÆÁÑ

¡¡¡¡ÎÛËð£¬ÈËÒѾ«Æ£Á¦½ß¡£

¡¡¡¡Whose garment is torn and dust-laden , ÄãÇýÉ¢ÁËÂÿ͵ÄÐßÀ¢ºÍÀ§¾½£¬

¡¡¡¡Whose strength is exhausted, remove shame and poverty , ʹËûÔÚÄãÈʴȵÄҹĻÏ£¬

¡¡¡¡And renew his life like a flower under È绨¶ä°ã»À·¢Éú»ú¡£

¡¡¡¡The cover of thy kindly night . ÔÚÄã´È°®µÄҹĻÏÂËÕÐÑ¡£

¡¡¡¡¡ª¡ªTagore

¡¡¡¡¶¬ÌìµÄÓ¢ÎÄÊ«¸è 6

¡¡¡¡Epistle from Mrs.Yonge to Her Husband

¡¡¡¡by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

¡¡¡¡Think not this paper comes with vain pretense

¡¡¡¡To move your pity£¬ or to mourn th offense£®

¡¡¡¡Too well I know that hard obdurate heat£»

¡¡¡¡No softening mercy there will take my part£¬

¡¡¡¡Nor can a womans arguments prevail£¬

¡¡¡¡When even your patrons wise example fails£®

¡¡¡¡But this last privilege I still retain£»

¡¡¡¡Th oppressed and injured always may complain

¡¡¡¡Too£¬ too severely laws of honor bind

¡¡¡¡The weak submissive sex of womankind£®

¡¡¡¡If sighs have gained or force compelled our hand£¬

¡¡¡¡Deceived by art£¬ or urged by stern command£¬

¡¡¡¡Whatever motive binds the fatal tie£¬

¡¡¡¡The judging world expects our constancy£®

¡¡¡¡Just heaven£¡ £¨for sure in heaven does justice reign£¬

¡¡¡¡Though tricks below that sacred name profane£©

¡¡¡¡To you appealing I submit my cause£¬

¡¡¡¡Nor fear a judgment from impartial laws£®

¡¡¡¡All bargains but conditional are made£»

¡¡¡¡The purchase void£¬ the creditor unpaid£»

¡¡¡¡Defrauded servants are from service free£»

¡¡¡¡A wounded slave regains his liberty£®

¡¡¡¡For wives ill used no remedy remains£¬

¡¡¡¡To daily racks condemned£¬ and to eternal chains£®

¡¡¡¡From whence is this unjust distinction grown?

¡¡¡¡Are we not formed with passions like your own?

¡¡¡¡Nature with equal fire our souls endued£¬

¡¡¡¡Our minds as haughty£¬ and as warm as our blood£»

¡¡¡¡Oer the wide world your pleasures you pursue£¬

¡¡¡¡The change is justified by something new£»

¡¡¡¡But we must sigh in silence¡ª¡ªand be true£®

¡¡¡¡Our sexs weakness you expose and blame

¡¡¡¡£¨Of every prattling fop the common theme£©£¬

¡¡¡¡Yet from this weakness you suppose is due

¡¡¡¡Sublimer virtue that your Cato knew£®

¡¡¡¡Had heaven designed us trials so severe£¬

¡¡¡¡It would have formed our tempers then to bear£®

¡¡¡¡And I have borne £¨oh what have I not borne£¡£©

¡¡¡¡The pang of jealousy£¬ the insults of scorn£®

¡¡¡¡Wearied at length£¬ I from your sight remove£¬

¡¡¡¡And place my future hopes in secret love£®

¡¡¡¡In the gay bloom of glowing youth retired£¬

¡¡¡¡I quit the womans joy to be admired£¬

¡¡¡¡With that small pension your hard heart allows£¬

¡¡¡¡Renounce your fortune£¬ and release your vows£®

¡¡¡¡To custom £¨though unjust£© so much is due£»

¡¡¡¡I hide my frailty from the public view£®

¡¡¡¡My conscience clear£¬ yet sensible of shame£¬

¡¡¡¡My life I hazard£¬ to preserve my fame£®

¡¡¡¡And I prefer this low inglorious state

¡¡¡¡To vile dependence on the thing I hate¡ª¡ª

¡¡¡¡But you pursue me to this last retreat£®

¡¡¡¡Dragged into light£¬ my tender crime is shown

¡¡¡¡And every circumstance of fondness known£®

¡¡¡¡Beneath the shelter of the law you stand£¬

¡¡¡¡And urge my ruin with a cruel hand£¬

¡¡¡¡While to my fault thus rigidly severe£¬

¡¡¡¡Tamely submissive to the man you fear£®

¡¡¡¡This wretched outcast£¬ this abandoned wife£¬

¡¡¡¡Has yet this joy to sweeten shameful life£º

¡¡¡¡By your mean conduct£¬ infamously loose£¬

¡¡¡¡You are at once my accuser and excuse£®

¡¡¡¡Let me be damned by the censorious prude

¡¡¡¡£¨Stupidly dull£¬ or spiritually lewd£©£¬

¡¡¡¡My hapless case will surely pity find

¡¡¡¡From every just and reasonable mind£®

¡¡¡¡When to the final sentence I submit£¬

¡¡¡¡The lips condemn me£¬ but their souls acquit£®

¡¡¡¡No more my husband£¬ to your pleasures go£¬

¡¡¡¡The sweets of your recovered freedom know£®

¡¡¡¡Go£º court the brittle friendship of the great£¬

¡¡¡¡Smile at his board£¬ or at his levee wait£»

¡¡¡¡And when dismissed£¬ to madams toilet fly£¬

¡¡¡¡More than her chambermaids£¬ or glasses£¬ lie£¬

¡¡¡¡Tell her how young she looks£¬ how heavenly fair£¬

¡¡¡¡Admire the lilies and the roses there£®

¡¡¡¡Your high ambition may be gratified£¬

¡¡¡¡Some cousin of her own be made your bride£¬

¡¡¡¡And you the father of a glorious race

¡¡¡¡Endowed with Ch¡ª¡ªls strength and Low¡ª¡ªrs face£®

¡¡¡¡¶¬ÌìµÄÓ¢ÎÄÊ«¸è 7

¡¡¡¡When the sun put into a piece of golden wheat at Brush

¡¡¡¡Mother

¡¡¡¡Your birthday party will be at harvest in the Concerto

¡¡¡¡Schedule

¡¡¡¡This loess is Gods special cake for you

¡¡¡¡Will be with you everywhere candlelight sickle

¡¡¡¡Folded, cut down

¡¡¡¡I told you at the candlelight fall behind

¡¡¡¡Very satisfied with your smile

¡¡¡¡This is the only permit you to my birthday the way you

¡¡¡¡In fact, what I would like to say

¡¡¡¡Or even a word

¡¡¡¡A word or

¡¡¡¡Such as bending your bow still big grain of sweat

¡¡¡¡Such as the ejection of blood into the setting sun behind

¡¡¡¡Finally can be put in the breakdown of any high-sounding

¡¡¡¡Sickle announced break

¡¡¡¡I want to finally have the opportunity to speak out for your phrase has long been suppressed, then the

¡¡¡¡First you have to sweat

¡¡¡¡Asleep

¡¡¡¡¶¬ÌìµÄÓ¢ÎÄÊ«¸è 8

¡¡¡¡Eternity of Youth

¡¡¡¡Çà´ºÓÀºã

¡¡¡¡There is a feeling of Eternity in youth,

¡¡¡¡ÔÚÇഺʱÓÐÒ»ÖÖÓÀºãµÄ¸Ð¾õ

¡¡¡¡Which makes us amend for everything.

¡¡¡¡Ê¹ÈË»ñµÃÁËÒ»ÇеIJ¹³¥

¡¡¡¡To be young is to be as one of the Immortal Gods. ÄêÇáÈË¿ìÀÖËÆÉñÏÉ

¡¡¡¡One half of time indeed is flown ¡ª

¡¡¡¡the other half remains in store for us with all its countless treasures; ËäÔò°ëÉúÒ»»Î¾Í¹ýÈ¥ÁË

¡¡¡¡»¹ÓÐÏ°ëÉú´ø×ÅÎÞÏ޵ı¦²Ø,

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¡¡¡¡For there is no line drawn,

¡¡¡¡and we see no limit to our hopes and wishes. ÒòΪǰ³ÌÔ¶´ó,

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¡¡¡¡We make the coming age our own ¡ª the vast, the unbounded prospect lies before us.

¡¡¡¡Õâ¸öеÄʱ´úÊÇÊôÓÚÄêÇáÈ˵ġ£Ò»¸ö¹ã´óÎޱߵÄ'Ç°¾°Õ¹¿ªÔÚÎÒÃÇÃæÇ°

¡¡¡¡¡ª¡ªWilliam Hazlitt

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¡¡¡¡Thanksgiving is the appointed time

¡¡¡¡for focusing on the good in our lives.

¡¡¡¡In each of our days,

¡¡¡¡we can find small blessings,

¡¡¡¡but too often we overlook them,

¡¡¡¡choosing instead to spend our time

¡¡¡¡paying attention to problems.

¡¡¡¡We give our energy

¡¡¡¡to those who cause us trouble

¡¡¡¡instead of those who bring peace.

¡¡¡¡Starting now,

¡¡¡¡let¡¯s be on the lookout

¡¡¡¡for the bits of pleasure in each hour,

¡¡¡¡and appreciate the people who

¡¡¡¡bring love and light to everyone

¡¡¡¡who is blessed to know them.

¡¡¡¡You are one of those people.

¡¡¡¡On Thanksgiving,

¡¡¡¡I¡¯m thankful for you.

¡¡¡¡Happy Thanksgiving!

¡¡¡¡¶¬ÌìµÄÓ¢ÎÄÊ«¸è 10

¡¡¡¡the panther ±ª

¡¡¡¡his vision, from the constantly passing bars,

¡¡¡¡has grown so weary that it cannot hold

¡¡¡¡anything else. it seems to him there are

¡¡¡¡a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

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¡¡¡¡as he paces in cramped circles, over and over,

¡¡¡¡the movement of his powerful soft strides

¡¡¡¡is like a ritual dance around a center

¡¡¡¡in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

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¡¡¡¡only at times, the curtain of the pupils

¡¡¡¡lifts, quietly¡ª. an image enters in,

¡¡¡¡rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,

¡¡¡¡plunges into the heart and is gone.

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