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1、These Things Shall Never Die---Charles Dickens

The pure.the bright,the beautiful, That stirred our hearts in youth,

The impulses to wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth;

The longing after something's lost, The spirit's yearning cry,

The striving after better hopes- These things can never die.

The timid hand stretchedforth to aid A brother in his need,

A kindly word in grief's dark hour That proves a friend indeed ;

The plea for mercy softly breathed, When justice threatens nigh,

The sorrow of a contrite heart- These things shall never die.

Let nothing pass for every hand Must find some work to do ;

Lose not a chance to waken love- Be firm,and just ,and true;

So shall a light that cannot fade Beam on thee from on high.

And angel voices say to thee--- These things shall never die.

2、The Champa Flower---R.Rabindranath Tagore

Suppousing I became a champa flower,just for fun,and grew on a branch high up that tree,and shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves,would you know me,mother?

You would call,“Baby,where are you?”and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quite.

I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work.

When after your bath,with wet hair spread on your shoulders,you walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the little court where you say your prayers,you would notice the scent of the flower,but not know that it came from me.

When after the midday meal you sat at the window reading Ra mayana,and the tree?s shadow fell over your hair and your lap, I should fling my wee little shadow on to the page of your book,just where you were reading,

But would you guess that it was the tiny shadow of your little child?

When in the evening you went to the cowshed with the lighted lamp in your hand,I should suddenly drop on to the earth again and be your own baby once more,and beg you to tell me a story.

“Where have you been,you naughty child?”

“I won?t tell you ,mother.”that?s what you and I would say then.

3、Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again---Xu Zhimo

Very quietly I take my leave

As quietly as I came here;

Quietly I wave good-bye

To the rosy clouds in the western sky.

The golden willows by the riverside

Are young brides in the setting sun;

Their reflections on the shimmering waves

Always linger in the depth of my heart.

The floating heart growing in the sludge

Sways leisurely under the water;

In the gentle waves of Cambridge

I would be a water plant!

That pool under the shade of elm trees

Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky;

Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds

Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream?

To seek a dream? Just to pole a boat upstream

To where the green grass is more verdant;

Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight

And sing aloud in the splendor of starlight.

But I cannot sing aloud

Quietness is my farewell music;

Even summer insects heap silence for me

Silent is Cambridge tonight!

V ery quietly I take my leave

As quietly as I came here;

Gently I flick my sleeves

Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away

4、When Y ou Are Old--William ButlerYeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep

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 shadow deep

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And love your beauty with love false or true。

But one man love the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrow of your changing face

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled

And paled upon the mountains overhead,

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

5、I Remember, I Remember --Thomas Hood

I remember, I remember

The house where I was born,

The little window where the sun

Came peeping in at morn;

He never came a wink too soon

Nor brought too long a day;

But now, I often wish the night

Had borne my breath away.

I remember, I remember

The roses red and white,

The violets and the lily cups--

Those flowers made of light!

The lilacs where the robin built,

And where my brother set

The laburnum on his birthday,--

The tree is living yet!

I remember, I remember

Where I was used to swing,

And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing;

My spirit flew in feathers then

That is so heavy now,

The summer pools could hardly cool

The fever on my brow.

I remember, I remember

The fir-trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky:

It was a childish ignorance,

But now 'tis little joy

To know I'm farther off from Heaven

Than when I was a boy.

6、To Autumn——John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run To bend with apples the moss?d cottage-trees

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more

And still more, later flowers for the bees

Until they think warm days will never cease

For Summer has o?er-brimm?d their clammy cells

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor

Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind

Or on a half-re ap?d furrow sound asleep

Drows?d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook

Or by a cyder-press, with patient look

Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

7、The Most Distant Way in the World --R.Rabindranath Tagore The most distant way in the world

is not the way from birth to the end.

it is when i sit near you

that you don't understand i love u. \\\\\

The most distant way in the world

is not that you're not sure i love u.

It is when my love is bewildering the soul

but i can't speak it out.\\\\\

The most distant way in the world

is not that i can't say i love u.

it is after looking into my heart

i can't change my love.\\\\\

The most distant way in the world

is not that i'm loving u.

it is in our love

we are keeping between the distance.\\\\\

The most distant way in the world

is not the distance across us.

it is when we're breaking through the way

we deny the existance of love.\\\\\