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原帖由 惊鸿照影 于 2006-4-25 22:50 发表
回来了.

看完 sensing  Murder回来

好恐怖=  =

恐怖的东西对皮肤不好．．．．．．．．．．．

雁阵惊寒

原帖由 盐酥拌翅 于 2006-4-25 22:48 发表

因为我明天中午下班，估计在那个时间段会去学校

那我12点以后去IC 的不QUIET的COMPUTER SPACE。。。

你带着票来找我吧！

惊鸿照影

汗,这个,

也是刺激一下大脑嘛.

盐酥拌翅

原帖由 雁阵惊寒 于 2006-4-25 22:58 发表



那我12点以后去IC 的不QUIET的COMPUTER SPACE。。。

你带着票来找我吧！

汗一个,呵呵!2楼的,是吧

此人不存在

你们两个天天在一起．．．．．．
还要在这里顶来顶去的．．．．．．．．

惊鸿照影

原帖由 此人不存在 于 2006-4-25 23:02 发表
你们两个天天在一起．．．．．．
还要在这里顶来顶去的．．．．．．．．

你说谁啊=  =

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原帖由 惊鸿照影 于 2006-4-25 23:04 发表



你说谁啊=  =

你和雁ＭＭ．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．

惊鸿照影

原帖由 此人不存在 于 2006-4-25 23:08 发表


你和雁ＭＭ．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．

我们没有天天在一起啊...汗

pumpup

原帖由 此人不存在 于 2006-4-25 23:08 发表


你和雁ＭＭ．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．

they are extreme poem friends

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原帖由 惊鸿照影 于 2006-4-25 23:10 发表



我们没有天天在一起啊...汗

你们不是闺房密友吗．．．．．．．．．．．．

此人不存在

我三八了．．．．．．．．．．
一个男人问这些无聊的事情．．．．．．．．
自己都觉得三八．．．．．．．．．

albatross

Birds Of Passage

Black shadows fall
From the lindens tall,
That lift aloft their massive wall
Against the southern sky;
And from the realms
Of the shadowy elms
A tide-like darkness overwhelms
The fields that round us lie.
But the night is fair,
And everywhere
A warm, soft vapour fills the air,
And distant sounds seem near,
And above, in the light
Of the star-lit night,
Swift birds of passage wing their flight
Through the dewy atmosphere.
I hear the beat
Of their pinions fleet,
As from the land of snow and sleet
They seek a southern lea.
I hear the cry
Of their voices high
Falling dreamily through the sky,
But their forms I cannot see.
O, say not so!
Those sounds that flow
In murmurs of delight and woe
Come not from wings of birds.
They are the throngs
Of the poet's songs,
Murmurs of pleasures, and pains, and wrongs,
The sound of winged words.
This is the cry
Of souls, that high
On toiling, beating pinions, fly,
Seeking a warmer clime,
From their distant flight
Through realms of light
It falls into our world of night,
With the murmuring sound of rhyme.

惊鸿照影

原帖由 此人不存在 于 2006-4-25 23:11 发表


你们不是闺房密友吗．．．．．．．．．．．．

但是没有住在一起啊= =

其实一个星期顶多见三四次面

albatross

A Psalm of Life

" Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal "


              - Longfellow

albatross

Footsteps of Angels

When the hours of Day are numbered,
And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
To a holy, calm delight;

Ere the evening lamps are lighted,
And, like phantoms grim and tall,
Shadows from the fitful firelight
Dance upon the parlor wall;

Then the forms of the departed
Enter at the open door;
The beloved, the true-hearted,
Come to visit me once more;

He, the young and strong, who cherished
Noble longings for the strife,
By the roadside fell and perished,
Weary with the march of life!

They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,
Spake with us on earth no more!

And with them the Being Beauteous,
Who unto my youth was given,
More than all things else to love me,
And is now a saint in heaven.

With a slow and noiseless footstep
Comes that messenger divine,
Takes the vacant chair beside me,
Lays her gentle hand in mine.

And she sits and gazes at me
With those deep and tender eyes,
Like the stars, so still and saint-like,
Looking downward from the skies.

Uttered not, yet comprehended,
Is the spirit's voiceless prayer,
Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,
Breathing from her lips of air.

Oh, though oft depressed and lonely,
All my fears are laid aside,
If I but remember only
Such as these have lived and died!


                             --- Longfellow

albatross

My Lost Youth

Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back to me.
And a verse of a Lapland song
Is haunting my memory still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,
And catch, in sudden gleams,
The sheen of the far-surrounding seas,
And islands that were the Hesperides
Of all my boyish dreams.
And the burden of that old song,
It murmurs and whispers still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

I remember the black wharves and the ships,
And the sea-tides tossing free;
And Spanish sailors with bearded lips,
And the beauty and mystery of the ships,
And the magic of the sea.
And the voice of that wayward song
Is singing and saying still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

I remember the bulwarks by the shore,
And the fort upon the hill;
The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar,
The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er,
And the bugle wild and shrill.
And the music of that old song
Throbs in my memory still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

I remember the sea-fight far away,
How it thundered o'er the tide!
And the dead captains, as they lay
In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay
Where they in battle died.
And the sound of that mournful song
Goes through me with a thrill:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

I can see the breezy dome of groves,
The shadows of Deering's Woods;
And the friendships old and the early loves
Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves
In quiet neighborhoods.
And the verse of that sweet old song,
It flutters and murmurs still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

I remember the gleams and glooms that dart
Across the school-boy's brain;
The song and the silence in the heart,
That in part are prophecies, and in part
Are longings wild and vain.
And the voice of that fitful song
Sings on, and is never still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye.
And the words of that fatal song
Come over me like a chill:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

Strange to me now are the forms I meet
When I visit the dear old town;
But the native air is pure and sweet,
And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street,
As they balance up and down,
Are singing the beautiful song,
Are sighing and whispering still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair,
And with joy that is almost pain
My heart goes back to wander there,
And among the dreams of the days that were,
I find my lost youth again.
And the strange and beautiful song,
The groves are repeating it still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”


                        --- Longfellow

惊鸿照影

原帖由 albatross 于 2006-4-25 23:13 发表
http://www.poetseers.org/imagelib/sunabin/green_forests

A Psalm of Life

" Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things a ...

怎么这么有诗情画意.........

albatross

The Tide Rises The Tide Falls

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore.
And the tide rises, the tide falls.


                     --- Longfellow

albatross

Hymn To The Night



I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls!
I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From the celestial walls!
I felt her presence, by its spell of might,
Stoop o'er me from above;
The calm, majestic presence of the Night,
As of the one I love.
I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight,
The manifold, soft chimes,
That fill the haunted chambers of the Night
Like some old poet's rhymes.
From the cool cisterns of the midnight air
My spirit drank repose;
The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,--
From those deep cisterns flows.
O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear
What man has borne before!
Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care,
And they complain no more.
Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer!
Descend with broad-winged flight,
The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair,
The best-beloved Night!


                    --- Longfellow

pumpup

the bird's back with the poems~~~

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有情调．．．．．．．．．．．

惊鸿照影

就差音乐了

哈哈/

albatross

背景音乐无法帖。。。。。。。。

pumpup

原帖由 惊鸿照影 于 2006-4-25 23:22 发表
就差音乐了

哈哈/

高夫's expert on this

此人不存在

原帖由 albatross 于 2006-4-25 23:26 发表
背景音乐无法帖。。。。。。。。

我们可以想象．．．．．．．．．
谢谢．．．．．．．．

惊鸿照影

原帖由 albatross 于 2006-4-25 23:26 发表
背景音乐无法帖。。。。。。。。

贴网址

哈哈哈

pumpup

原帖由 albatross 于 2006-4-25 23:26 发表
背景音乐无法帖。。。。。。。。

coz forums are readible

albatross

原帖由 pumpup 于 2006-4-25 23:28 发表

coz forums are readible

很多论坛都能听able的，，，，，，，，，

此人不存在

原帖由 albatross 于 2006-4-25 23:38 发表


很多论坛都能听able的，，，，，，，，，

听ＡＢＬＥ．．．．．．．．．．

你比水泵ＭＭ还要强．．．．．．．．．．．．

albatross

原帖由 此人不存在 于 2006-4-25 23:41 发表


听ＡＢＬＥ．．．．．．．．．．

你比水泵ＭＭ还要强．．．．．．．．．．．．

文字就是要让人看懂的嘛，，，，，，，，，，