育民小学 我爱育民小学 “我爱育民小学”的英语文章,描写校园的一草一木,一件有趣的事情,不需要太长,就一个小短文就行.一小时之内给

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我爱育民小学 “我爱育民小学”的英语文章,描写校园的一草一木,一件有趣的事情,不需要太长,就一个小短文就行.一小时之内给我答复!

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鎵句簡鍗婂ぉ,鎬荤畻鍏ㄤ簡 竴棣 Oh,Captain!My Captain By Walt Whitman Captain!my Captain!our fearful trip is done,The ship has weather"d every rack,the prize we sought is worn,The port is near,the bells I hear,the people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel,the vessel grim and daring; Captain!my Captain!our fearful trip is done,The ship has weather"d every rack,the prize we sought is worn,The port is near,the bells I hear,the people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel,the vessel grim and daring; But O heart!heart!heart!O the bleeding drops of red!Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.O Captain!my Captain!rise up and hear the bells; Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,For you bouquets and ribbon"d wreaths--for you the shores crowding,For you they call,the swaying mass,their eager faces turning; Here,Captain!dear father!This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck You"ve fallen cold and dead.My Captain does not answer,his lips are pale and still,My father does not feel my arm,he has no pulse or will; The ship is anchor"d safe and sound,its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult,O Shores!and ring,O bell!But I,with mournful tread,Walk the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.棣 Eagle BY ALFRED,LORD TENNYSON (1809锝?892) He clasps the crag 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.棣 To Sleep by John Keats O soft embalmer of the still midnight,Shutting with careful fingers and benign Our gloom-pleas"d eyes,embower"d from the light,Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:O soothest Sleep!if so it please thee,close In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,Or wait the amen ere thy poppy throws Around my bed its lulling charities.Then save me,or the passed day will shine Upon my pillow,breeding many woes; Save me from curious conscience,that still lords Its strength for darkness,burrowing like a mole; Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,And seal the hushed casket of my soul.棣 The Flight of Youth by Richard Henry Stoddard There are gains for all our losses.There are balms for all our pain:But when youth,the dream,departs It takes something from our hearts,And it never comes again.We are stronger,and are better,Under manhood"s sterner reign:Still we feel that something sweet Followed youth,with flying feet,And will never come again.Something beautiful is vanished,And we sigh for it in vain; We behold it everywhere,On the earth,and in the air,But it never comes again!棣 How Do I Love Thee?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 Grace.I love thee to the level of everyday"s Most quiet need,by sun and candlelight.I love thee freely,as men strive for Right; I love thee purely,as they turn from Praise.I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs,and with my childhood"s faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,Smiles,tears,of all my life!--and,if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death.棣 Crossing the Bar By Alfred Tennyson 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,When That which drew form out the boundless deep Turns again home.Twilight and evening bell,And after that the dark!And may there be no sadness of farewell,When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far,I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar.棣 To the Cuckoo By William Wordsworth O blithe new-comer!I have heard,I hear thee and rejoice.O Cuckoo!shall I call thee Bird,Or but a wandering Voice?While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear; From hill to hill it seems to pass At once far off,and near.Though babbling only to the Vale,Of sunshine and of flowers,Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours.Thrice welcome,darling of the Spring!Even ye thou art to me No bird,but an invisible thing,A voice a mystery; The same whom in my schoolboy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush,and tree,and sky.To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope,a love; Still longed for,never seen.And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen,till I do beget That golden time again.O blessed Bird!the earth we pace Again appears to be An unsubstantial,faery place; That is fit home for thee!棣 Spring By Thomas Nashe Spring,the sweet spring,is the year"s pleasant king; Then blooms each thing,then maids dance in a ring,Cold doth not sting,the pretty birds do sing,Cuckoo,jug-jug,pu-we,to-witta-woo!The palm and may make country houses gay,Lambs frisk and play,the shepherds pipe all day,And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,Cuckoo,jug-jug,pu-we,to-witta-woo!The fields breathe sweet,the daisies kiss our feet,Young lovers meet,old wives a sunning sit,In every street these tunes our ears do greet,Cuckoo,jug-jug,pu-we,to-witta-woo!Spring!the sweet Spring!棣 The Furthest Distance in the world 娉版垐灏 The furthest distance in the world Is not between life and death But when I stand in front of you Yet you don"t know that I love you.The furthest distance in the world Is not when I stand in front of you Yet you can"t see my love But when undoubtly knowing the love from both Yet cannot be together.The furthest distance in the world Is not being apart while being in love But when I plainly cannot resist the yearning Yet pretending you have never been in my heart.The furthest distance in the world Is not struggling against the tides But using one"s indifferent heart To dig an uncrossable river For the one who loves you .0棣 Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know,His house is in the village though,He will not see me stopping here,To watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queer,To stop without a farmhouse near,Between the woods and frozen lake,The darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shake,To ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound"s the sweep,Of easy wind and downy flake.The woods are lovely,dark and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.