To whom I owe the leaping delight That quickens my senses in our waking-time And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleeping-time, the breathing in unison. Of lovers whose b...

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life‘s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they be...

Why the Roses Are So Pale Heinrich Heine Dearest, canst thou tell me why The rose should be so pale? And why the Azure violet Should wither in the vale? And why the lark should i...

  The Lost Mistress 失去的恋人 Robert Browning 罗伯特·勃朗宁 All's over, then: does truth sound bitter 那么，一切都过去了。 As one at first believes...

Snow flows over a quiet village； Doves fly across a gloomy sky. Two names are carved deep on a birch； They promised to stay in love all their life.   One day war broke out i...

   These Things Shall Never Die      Charles Dickens        The pure, the bright, the beautiful,    ...

  Chance by Xu Zhimo I am a cloud in the sky, A chance shadow on the wave of your heart. Don‘t be surprised, Or too elated; In an instant I shall vanish without trace. We mee...

      And if there were two moons，     who would sleep when one passed before the other     and took it inon its dark side？ &nb...

  Solitary Wayfarer     In the deep shadows of the rainy july ,with secret steps, Thou walkest,silent as night ,eluding all watchers. Today the morning has ...

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...