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Ode to a Nightingale
John Keats
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:

'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,

But being too happy in thine happiness, -

That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,

In some melodious plot

Of beechen green and shadows numberless,

Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been

Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,

Tasting of Flora and the country green,

Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!

O for a beaker full of the warm South,

Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,

With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,

And purple-stained mouth;

That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,

And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget

What thou among the leaves hast never known,

The weariness, the fever, and the fret

Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;

Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,

Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;

Where but to think is to be full of sorrow

And leaden-eyed despairs,

Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,

Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee,

Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,

But on the viewless wings of Poesy,

Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:

Already with thee! tender is the night,

And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,

Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;

But here there is no light,

Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown

Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,

Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,

But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet

Wherewith the seasonable month endows

The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;

White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;

Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves;

And mid-May's eldest child,

The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,

The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time

I have been half in love with easeful Death,

Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

To take into the air my quiet breath;

Now more than ever seems it rich to die,

To cease upon the midnight with no pain,

While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad

In such an ecstasy!

Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain -

To thy high requiem become a sod.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!

No hungry generations tread thee down;

The voice I hear this passing night was heard

In ancient days by emperor and clown:

Perhaps the self-same song that found a path

Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,

She stood in tears amid the alien corn;

The same that oft-times hath

Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam

Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell

To toll me back from thee to my sole self!

Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well

As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf.

Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades

Past the near meadows, over the still stream,

Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep

In the next valley-glades:

Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

Fled is that music: - Do I wake or sleep?

oh.

MAY GAD!!!!!!!!!!!天啊!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!受不了哦!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111111

雨 巷

撑着油纸伞，独自彷徨在悠长，悠长 又寂寥的雨巷，我希望逢着
一个丁香一样地 结着愁怨的姑娘。 她是有丁香一样的颜色，
丁香一样的芬芳，丁香一样的忧愁， 在雨中哀怨， 哀怨又彷徨；
她彷徨在这寂寥的雨巷 撑着油纸伞像我一样， 像我一样地
默默行着 冷漠，凄清，又惆怅。 她静默地走近 走近，
又投出太息一般的眼光， 她飘过 像梦一般地，
像梦一般地凄婉迷茫。 像梦中飘过 一枝丁香地，
我身旁飘过这女郎； 她静默地远了，远了， 到了颓圮的篱墙，
走尽这雨巷。 在雨的哀曲里，消了她的颜色， 散了她的芬芳，
消散了，甚至她的 太息般的眼光， 丁香般的惆怅。撑着油纸伞，
独自 彷徨在悠长，悠长 又寂寥的雨巷， 我希望飘过
一个丁香一样地结着愁怨的姑娘。

长亭外，古道边，芳草碧连天。
晚风拂柳笛声残，夕阳山外山。
天之涯，地之角，知交半零落。
一觚浊酒尽余欢，今宵别梦寒。
长亭外，古道边，芳草碧连天。
晚风拂柳笛声残，夕阳山外山。

长亭外，古道边，芳草碧连天。
晚风拂柳笛声残，夕阳山外山。
天之涯，地之角，知交半零落。
一觚浊酒尽余欢，今宵别梦寒。
长亭外，古道边，芳草碧连天。
晚风拂柳笛声残，夕阳山外山。