And grey Connemara cloth, Climbing up to a place Where stone is dark under froth, And the down-turn of his wrist When the flies drop in the stream; A man who does not exist, A man who is but a dream; And cried, ‘Before I am old I shall have written him one Poem maybe as co...
【舒适手写】📜英文叶芝诗歌:当你老了 When You Are Old , Poem by 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 ...
12And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. "When You Are Old" is a poem by the Irish poet William Butler Yeats. In the poem, which is published in Yeats's second collection, The Rose (1893), the speaker asks someone to think ahead to old age, strongly suggesting that the addressee ...
speaks to that which is beyond her reach; it is a love that has become perfect and absolute in itself, which makes her feeling of sad regret all the more stark. The poem begins "When you are old...," rather than "Now that you are old...,"...
I don’t want to know what time it is, what day it is, or where I am. 1. (MORE) I don’t want to see anybody. None of that matters. The driver reaches behind the seat of the truck, pulls out an old pair of rubber work boots. DRIVER (handing him the boots) Take em. ...
1、最低0.27元开通文库会员，查看完整内容> 原发布者:陈路Evelyn WhenYouAreOld——WilliamButlerYeats（Ireland）•Thispoemwaswrittenin1893anddedicatedtoMaudGonne,thewomanwhomhehadlovedforallofhislife.••••••••Whenyouareoldand...
Thoughotherpeoplemightlovethebeautywhenshewasyoung,theyleftherwhenshewasold.Butthepoetisdifferent--he...
Suddenly I felt as hollow as that old tree. The image (形象) of that hungry squirrel wouldn?t leave my mind. There was only one thing I could do. 根据材料内容选择最佳答案。 ( )26. Why did the writer go to the woods at the beginning of the story? A. To pick up pccans. B. To...
When you are old by William Butler Yeats,read by Colin Farrell 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...
However, I am reading Yeast’s poetryfor the first time, after a few years in Selected Readings in British and American Poetry Course. Listen to the tape, the exquisite voice slowly read this poem,“Whenyou areold and grey and full of sleep…”My heart shook beneath strong convulsions ...