时间: 2025-06-30 09:14:47
《The Wind》
Robert Frost
I saw the wind upon the wheat, / And how it rustled in the wheat, / And how it tossed the wheat about, / And made the wheat a wavy white.
《The Road Not Taken》
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— / I took the one less traveled by, / And that has made all the difference.
《The Sound of Trees》
Robert Frost
I wonder about the trees.
/ Why do we wish to bear / Forever the noise of these / More than another noise / So close to our dwelling place?
《The Pasture》
Robert Frost
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; / I'll only stop to rake the leaves away / (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): / I sha'n't be gone long.
—You come too.
《The Tuft of Flowers》
Robert Frost
I went to turn the grass once after one / Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.
/ The dew was gone that made his blade so keen / Before I came to view the leveled scene.
《The Gift Outright》
Robert Frost
The land was ours before we were the land's.
/ She was our land more than a hundred years / Before we were her people.
She was ours / In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
《The Silken Tent》
Robert Frost
She is as in a field a silken tent / At midday when a sunny summer breeze / Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent, / So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
《The Oven Bird》
Robert Frost
There is a singer everyone has heard, / Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, / Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
/ He says that leaves are old and that for flowers / Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.
《The Most of It》
Robert Frost
He thought he kept the universe alone; / For all the voice in answer he could wake / Was but the mocking echo of his own / From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
《The Trial by Existence》
Robert Frost
The world is too much with us; late and soon, / Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; / Little we see in Nature that is ours; / We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!