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1、And like a thunderbolt he falls.Alfred, Lord Tennyson （1809-1892）Red wheelbarrowso much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rainwater beside the white chickens. William Carlos Williams （1883-1963）Dust of FrostThe way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heart

2、A change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued. Robert Frost （1874-1963）The Careful AnglerThe careful angler chose his nookAt morning by the lilied brook,And all the noon his rod he pliedBy that romantic riverside.Soon as the evening hours declineTranquilly hell return to dine,And, breathing

3、 forth a pious wish,Will cram his belly with full of fish. Robert Louis Stevenson （1850-1849）There is no Frigate like a BookThere is no frigate like a book To take us lands away,Nor any courser like a page Of prancing poetry:This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll;How frugal is th

4、e chariot That bears the human soul! Emily Dickinson （1830-1886）Part two Characteristics of poetryPoetry as whole is concerned with all kinds of experiencebeautiful or ugly, strange or common, noble or ignoble, actual or imaginary.1. Poetry is the most condensed and concentrated form of literature,

5、saying most in the fewest number of words.2. Poetry is a kind of multidimensional language.-intellectual, sensuous, emotional and imaginative.A Man He KilledThomas Hardy （1840-1928）Had he and I but metBy some old ancient inn,We should have sat us down to wetRight many a nipperkin!But ranged as infan

6、try,And staring face to face,I shot at him as he at me,And killed him in his place.I shot him dead becauseBecause he was my foe,Just so: my foe of course he was;Thats clear enough；althoughHe thought hed list, perhaps,Off-hand-like-just as IWas out of workhad sold his trapsNo other reason why. Yes, q

7、uaint and curious war is!You shoot a fellow downYoud treat, if met where any bar is,Or help to half-a-crown.The Sick RoseWilliam Blake （1757-1827）O Rose, that art sick!The invisible wormThat flies in the nightIn the howling storm,Has found out thy bedOf crimson joy,And his dark secret loveDoes thy l

8、ife destroy.The Road Not TakenRobert FrostTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down as one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then take the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because

9、 it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHas worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept 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

10、 this with a sighSomewhere 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.Meeting at nightRobert Browning （1812-1889）The gray sea and the long black land:And the yellow half-moon large and low;And the startled little waves

11、 that leapIn fiery ringlets from their sleep,As I gain the cove with the pushing prow,And quench its speed in the slushy sand.Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;Three fields of cross till a farm appears;Tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratchAnd blue spurt of a lighted match,And a voice less loud, thros its joys and fearsThan the two hearts beating each to each!Parting at morningRound the cape of a sudden came the sea,And the sun looked over the mountains rimAnd straight was a path of gold for him,And （st