The Road Not Taken——未走过的路

Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I coul not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then too the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that, the passing there

Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay,

In leaves no step had trodded black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh,

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged i a woo, and I ----

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Freedom and Love ——自由与爱情

Thomas Campbell

How delicious is the winning

Of a kiss at loves beginning,

When two mutual hearts are sighing

For the knot there's no untying.

Yet remember, 'mist your wooing,

Love is bliss, but love has ruining;

Other smiles may make you fickle,

Tears for charm may tickle.

The Silver Swan——银色的天鹅

Anonymous

The silver swan, who living had no note,

When death approached, unlocked her silent throat;

Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,

Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more:

Farewell, all joys; O death, come close mine eyes;

More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.

A Damsel at Vassar

Anonymous

A damsel at Vassar named Breeze,

Weighed down with B. Litt's and D.D's,

Collapsed from the strain.

Said her doctor, "It's plain

You are killing yourself ---- by degrees."

Love's Secret ——爱情的秘密

William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love,

Love that never told shall be;

For the gentle wind does move

Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,

I told her all my heart,

Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.

Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,

A traveller came by,

Silently, invisibly:

He took her with a sigh.

A Red, Red Rose——红红的玫瑰

Robert Burns

O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,

That's newly sprung in June.

O, my Luve's like the melodie,

That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in Luve am I,

And I will love 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!

I will love 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!

On Death——死亡

Walter Savager Landor

Death stands above me, whispering low

I know not what into my ear:

Of his strange language all I know

Is, there is not a word of fear.

Lucy ——露茜

William Wordsworth

She delt among the untrodden ways

Beside the springs of Dove,

A maid whom there were none to praise

And very few to love

A violet by a mossy stone

Half hidden from the eye!

-- Fair as aa star, when only one

Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know

When Lucy ceased to be;

But she is in her grave, and, oh,

The difference to me!

Fog ——雾

by (USA) Carl Sandburg

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then, moves on.

The Eagle ——苍鹰

Alfred Tennyson

He claps the drag with crooked hands;

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

Ringed with the azure world, he stands,

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

He watches from his mountain walls,

And like a thunderbolt he falls.