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会计学;Main Characters;Main Characters;;TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME
by Robert HerrickGather ye rosebuds while ye may,?? ? Old time is still a-flying :?And this same flower that smiles to-day?? ? To-morrow will be dying.;;Further Reading - Robert Herrick ;Further Reading - Robert Herrick;Robert Herrick 罗伯特.赫里克;;O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,The ship has weatherd every rack, the prize we sought is won,The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,For you bouquets and ribbond wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding,For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;Here Captain! dear father!This arm beneath your head!It is some dream that on the deck,Youve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,The ship is anchord safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;Exult O shores, and ring O bells!But I with mournful tread,Walk the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.;How does Keating help Todd?;;Todd’s Poem
I close my eyes.
and this image floats beside me.
A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare
that pounds my brain.
His hands reach out and choke me.
and all the time hes mumbling.
Truth. Truth is like,
Like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
You push it, stretch it, itll never be enough.
You kick at it, beat it, itll never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying
to the moment we leave dying,
it will just cover your face
as you wail and cry and scream. ;;We dont read and write poetry because its cute. We read and write poetry because we are
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