When I come near the red peony flower
I tremble as water does near thunder,
as the well does when the plates of earth move,
or the tree when fifty birds leave at once.
The peony says that we have been given a gift,
and it is not the gift of this world.
Behind the leaves of the peony
there is a world still darker, that feed many.
The quivering wings of the winter antwait for lean winter to end.I love you in slow, dim-witted ways,hardly speaking, one or two words only.What caused us each to live hidden?A wound, the wind, a word...（查看全文）
a red，red rose robert burnso my luve's like a red,red rosethat's newly spring in june:o my luve's like the melodiethat's sweetly play'd tune.as fair art thou,my bonnie lass.so deep in luve am i:...（查看全文）
behold her,single in the field,yon solitary highland lass!reaping and singing by herself;stop here,or gently pass!alone she cuts and binds the grain,and sings a melancholy strain;o listen!for the vale...（查看全文）
cloistered amid these austere rocks,a brooding seer,i watched an hour,close to the earth,lost to all else,the marvel of a tiny flower.to build its palace walls of jadewhat myriads toiled in dark and c...（查看全文）
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Gr...（查看全文）