Weep no more, no sigh, nor groan. Sorrow calls no time that's gone. —John Fletcher, English playwright ... [查看全文]
The Self-UnseeingThomas HardyHere is the ancient floor,Footworn and hollowed and thin,Here was the former doorWhere... [查看全文]
A Wife In LondonThomas HardyIShe sits in the tawny vapourThat the Thames-side lanes have uprolled,Behind whose web... [查看全文]
The man he killedThomas Hardy"Ad he and I but metBy some old ancient inn,We should have sat us down to wetRigh... [查看全文]
At Castle Boterel哈代As I drive to the junction of lane and highway,And the drizzle bedrenches the waggonette,I l... [查看全文]
At a Lunar EclipseThomas HardyThy shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea,Now steals along upon the Moon's me... [查看全文]
She walks in BeautyLord George Gordon ByronShe walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skie... [查看全文]
When We Two PartedLord George Gordon ByronWhen we two partedIn silence and tears,Half broken-heartedTo sever for y... [查看全文]
So We'll Go No More A-RovingLord George Gordon ByronSo we'll go no more a-rovingSo late into the night,Th... [查看全文]
By the Rivers of Babylon We Sat Down and WeptLord George Gordon Byron1We sat down and wept by the watersOf Bab... [查看全文]