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Unit Three ENGLISH POETRY1. Sonnet 18 William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the daring buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed, And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed: But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st, So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. 2. A Valediction Forbidding Mourning John Donne
AS virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, "Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."
So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ; 'Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love. Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ; Men reckon what it did, and meant ; But trepidation of the spheres, Though greater far, is innocent. Dull sublunary lovers' love —Whose soul is sense—cannot admit Of absence, 'cause it doth remove The thing which elemented it. But we by a love so much refined, That ourselves know not what it is, Inter-assurèd of the mind, Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss. Our two souls therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A break, but an expansion, Like gold to very thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two ; Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show To move, but both, if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit Yet, when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run ; Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun. 3. A Red, Red Rose Robert Burns O, my luve is like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; O ,my luve is like the melodie That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only luve, And fare thee weel a while; And I will come again, my luve, Tho’ it were ten thousand mile! Notes: Robert Burns(罗伯特· 彭斯)（1759-1796）：is one of the greatest Scottish poets in the history. The above is one of his popular love lyrics in which Scottish dialect is quite typical, eg. Luve---love; bonie lass---pretty girl; gang---go; fare thee weel---farewell to you,good-bye. 4. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay. Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee; A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company; I gazed- and gazed- but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.. Notes: William Wordsworth (威廉 ·华兹华斯)（1770--1850）：is one of the trio of so-called Lake Poets(the other two are Coleridge and Southey). As a passionate lover of nature , he aimed at simplicity and purity of the language. 5. A Psalm of Life Henry Wadsworth Longfellow‘ Life that shall send A challenge to its end, And when it comes, say ‘Welcome, friend.’ WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST I Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. II Life is real—life is earnest— And the grave is not its goal: Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. III
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end to-morrow Find us father than to-day. IV Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. V In the world’s broad field of battle, In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! VI Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act—act in the glorious Present! Heart within, and God o’er head! VII
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footsteps on the sands of time. VIII Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
I died for Beauty—but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room—
“For Beauty,” I replied— “ And I—for Truth—Themselves are One— We Bretheren, are,” He said— And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night— We talked between the Rooms— Unti the Moss had reached our lips— And covered up—our names— Directory: G2S -> eWebEditor -> uploadfile uploadfile -> Experiment Guide of Sectional Anatomy Edited by Li Zhenping Liu Shuwei Ding juan Shan Dong University School Of Medicine uploadfile -> Human anatamy uploadfile -> Zen From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Jump to: navigation, search For other uses, see Zen Download 1.08 Mb. Share with your friends:
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