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Crossing the Bar By Alfred Tennyson Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam,...
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are....
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,Dawdling away their wat'ry noon)Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear,Each secret fishy hope or fear.Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;But is there anything Beyond?This life...
Two weeks ago was my 45th birthday, but I wasn'tfeeling too hot that morning anyway. I went to breakfast knowing my wife would be pleasant andsay "Happy Birthday" and probably have a presentfor me....
No rose, no diamond ring, that’s the simple and romantic love stories in college. The graduates have to face the approaching of June, a time to farewell their beloved....
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness painsMy sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drainsOne minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But...
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees. 憂思在我的心里平靜下去，正如暮色降臨在寂靜Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples....
Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. So one day he asked God, “They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?” God replied, “Among the...