摘要:The Fall of the House of Usher William Wilson[阅读全文]

摘要:Poppies Mary Oliver The poppies send up their orange flares; swaying in the wind, their congregations are a levitation of bright dust, of thin and lacy leaves. There isn't a place in this world that[阅读全文]

摘要:蛇、狼—snake\wolf —残忍 鼠—rat —卑鄙的 羊—sheep —胆小的，温驯 虎—tiger —残暴的 狮子—lion —凶猛 猴子—monkey —聪明 牛—cattle —卑鄙 驴子—ass —愚笨迟钝 骡子—mule —秉性顽强 母猪—sow —贪[阅读全文]

摘要:Poet Mary Oliver: a Solitary Walk 　　Interviewed by Stephen Ratiner in Christian Science Monitor, December 9, 1992 　　 　　WHEN Mary Oliver talks about her work - something she is quite reluctant to[阅读全文]

摘要:"The Tell-Tale Heart" is a short story by Edgar Allan Poe first published in 1843. It follows an unnamed&nbs[阅读全文]

摘要:Edgar Allan Poe (January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American writer, poet, editor and literary critic[阅读全文]

摘要:湖畔派诗人是英国早期浪漫主义的代表。指居住在英国北部昆布兰湖区的三诗人华兹华斯、柯勒律治、骚塞结成的诗歌流派。由于他们三人曾一同隐居于英国西北部的昆布兰湖区，先后在格拉斯米尔和文德美尔两个湖畔居住，以[阅读全文]

摘要:    London is a poem by William Blake, published in Songs of Experience in 1794. It is one of the few poems in Songs of Experience which does not have a corresponding poem in Songs of I[阅读全文]

摘要:Speak to Me My Love Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang. The night is dark. The stars are lost in clouds. The wind is sighing through the leaves. I will let loose my hair. My blue clo[阅读全文]

摘要:One Day in Spring One day in spring, a woman came in my lonely woods, in the lovely form of the Beloved. Came, to give to my songs, melodies, to give to my dreams, sweetness. Suddenly a wild wave brok[阅读全文]

摘要:Short Poems - Life Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. ~ Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love. ~ Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that[阅读全文]

摘要:The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. ~ Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. ~ Let your life lightly dance on t[阅读全文]

摘要: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 shore.[阅读全文]