摘要:Tyger, tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?[阅读全文]

摘要:A little black thing among the snow, Crying! 'weep! weep!' in notes of woe! 'Where are thy father and mother? Say!' - 'They are both gone up to the church to pray.[阅读全文]

摘要:When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry 'Weep! weep! weep! weep!' So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.[阅读全文]