Silent Noon   Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,— The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms ‘Neath ...

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...

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...

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...

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...

In Love Alfred Tennyson In love, if love be love , if love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne’er be equal powers; Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all.   It is the li...

Tears .idle Tears   Tears .idle tears .I know not what they mean. tears from the depth of some diving despair rise in the heart .adn gather to the eyes in looking on the happ...

How Thought You That This Thing Could Captivate ——Alfred Tennyson   How thought you that this thing could captivate? What are those graces that could make her dear, Who is ...

The Tide Rises,the Tide Falls The tides rises,the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And...

Spring and All   By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy f...