Sunday , March ,26, 2006

Sunday,March,26,2006

I read one poem "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening" and

"I Wandered Lonely asa Cloud" One is written by Robert Frost. And another is written by

William Wordsworth I reallyenjoy these English, because I think they both have deep mean in

their poem.　

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 hereTowatch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop

without afarmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.He

gives hisharness

bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound's the sweepOf easywind and

downy flake.The woods are lovely, dark and deep.But I have promises to keep,Andmiles to go

before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep　
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud -William

WordsworthI wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once

I saw acrowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and

dancing in thebreeze.Continuous as the stars that shineThey stretched in never-ending

lineAlong the marginof a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly

dance.The waves besidethem danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could

not but be gay,In such ajocund company:I gazed--and gazed--but little thoughtWhat wealth the

show to me hadbrought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,　　　　　　　　　　　　　

They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;　And then my heart withpleasure

fills,And dances with the daffodils