Attractive

Thứ Bảy, 11 tháng 2, 2012

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling 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 dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
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.
Người đăng: vào lúc Không có nhận xét nào:

At Tara today in this fateful hour

At Tara today in this fateful hour
I place all heaven with its power,
and the sun with its brightness,
and the snow with its whiteness,
and fire with all the strength it hath,
and lightning with its rapid wrath,
and the winds with their swiftness along their path,
and the sea with its deepness,
and the rocks with their steepness
and the earth with its starkness:
all these I place,
by God's almighty help and grace,
between myself and the powers of darkness.
fateful: with serious, often disastrous, consequences
wrath: great anger
Người đăng: vào lúc Không có nhận xét nào:

I wish I loved the Human Race

I wish I loved the Human Race;
I wish I loved its silly face;
I wish I liked the way it walks;
I wish I liked the way it talks;
And when I'm introduced to one,
I wish I thought "What Jolly Fun!"
Người đăng: vào lúc Không có nhận xét nào:

What a piece of work is a man!

What a piece of work is a man!
How noble in reason!
How infinite in faculty!
in form, in moving, how express and admirable!
in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god!
the beauty of the world!
the paragon of animals!
And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
man delights not me; no, nor woman neither,
though, by your smiling, you seem to say so.
Người đăng: vào lúc Không có nhận xét nào:

When I was a child

When I was a child, I spake as a child,
I understood as a child, I thought as a child:
but when I became a man, I put away
childish things. For now we see through a
glass, darkly; but then face to face: now
I know in part; but then shall I know even
as also I am known.
spake: spoke (past tense of "to speak" - old-style English)
Người đăng: vào lúc Không có nhận xét nào:

I met a traveller from an antique land

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
trunk: person's body without legs, arms or head
trunkless: without trunk
visage: face
wrinkled: slightly folded; creased
sneer: contemptuous or mocking smile
Người đăng: vào lúc Không có nhận xét nào:

Monday's child is fair of face

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for its living,
And a child that's born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good and gay.
Người đăng: vào lúc Không có nhận xét nào:

Move him into the sun

Move him into the sun -
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds, -
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved,- still warm,- too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
- O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?
to whisper: to speak softly
unsown: not planted with seeds
to rouse: to wake
limb: an arm or leg
fatuous: silly and without purpose
Người đăng: vào lúc Không có nhận xét nào:

When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride

When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
he-bear: male bear
to accost: approach aggressively
to rend: tear to pieces
tooth and nail: very fiercely
Người đăng: vào lúc Không có nhận xét nào:

I expect to pass through this world but once

I expect to pass through this world but once;
any good thing therefore that I can do, or any
kindness that I can show to any fellow-creature,
let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it,
for I shall not pass this way again.
defer: postpone; leave for a future time
fellow-creature: human being
neglect: fail to give proper attention to; ignore
Người đăng: vào lúc Không có nhận xét nào:

Listen to Poetry

Click on a poem below to listen and read the verse. With each poem, you have two options:
  1. Listen Click "Listen" to hear the poem (almost) immediately. The recording will stream to your computer in MP3 format.
  2. Download Click "Download" to save the poem in MP3 format to your hard disk. You can then replay it as you wish.
Người đăng: vào lúc Không có nhận xét nào:
Đăng ký: Bài đăng (Atom)