"诗是强烈感情的自然流露，它源于宁静中回忆起来的情感。" —— 华兹华斯
唐 · 李白
床前明月光，
疑是地上霜。
举头望明月，
低头思故乡。
宋 · 苏轼
明月几时有？把酒问青天。
不知天上宫阙，今夕是何年。
我欲乘风归去，又恐琼楼玉宇，
高处不胜寒。
唐 · 王之涣
白日依山尽，
黄河入海流。
欲穷千里目，
更上一层楼。
William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,