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Poetry 1 THE POETRY OF DRESS Robert Herrick (1591-1674) A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness:-- A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction,-- An erring lace, which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher,-- A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbons to flow confusedly,-- A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat,-- A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility,-- Do more bewitch me, than when art Is too precise in every part. 衣裙甜雅的噪乱 点燃野性的火焰：—— 双肩耷拉的草坪 显露闲暇的靓景，—— 凌乱飘逸的花边 使肚兜平添缀点，—— 漫不经心的袖口 缎带蓬松地漂流，—— 一股汹涌的波浪 让裙摆起伏跌荡，—— 系扎松乱的鞋带 狂野但并不懈怠，—— 与精美艺术相比， 叫人更欣喜痴迷。 2 THE SOLITARY REAPERWilliam Wordsworth (1770-1856) Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling neer was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings?-- Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whateer the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And oer the sickle bending;—— I listend, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more 3 How Do I Love Thee?Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861) 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 everydays Most quiet need