The Value Of One Minute
Today is a gift. That's why it's called "the present"
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies；
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes；
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies．
One shade more, one ray less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face；
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place．
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent
The smiles that win, the tints that glow．
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
The Road Not Taken （未选择的路）
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could 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 took 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 trodden black.
Oh, I marked 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 in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
A Red,Red Rose
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 luve 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 luve 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!
By Robert Burns