Daily Quote The young do not know enough to be prudent, and therefore they attempt the impossible, and achieve it, generation after generation. (Pearl S. Buck) Poem of the Day When I was one-and-twenty A. E. Housman Beauty of Words 儿时
Choose proper words to completethe following poem.more clevermenewaliveWhen I was One,I had just begun.When I was Two,I was nearly (1)When I was Three,I was hardly (2)When I was Four,I was not much (3)When I was Five,I was just (4)But now I am Six,I'm as clever as (5...
When I was one, my parents and Imoved into a tiny apartment off 20th Street. I wrote my first poemsitting in the corner of my bedroom, surrounded by toys. I was 7 or 8and the poem was for my best friend who had moved away. I was angrywith him for being willing to leave me, ...
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“When I Was One-and-Twenty” Poetic Devices & Figurative Language Alliteration "When I Was One-and-Twenty" is a very musical-sounding poem, and much of this effect is achieved through alliteration. Overall, this helps give the poem a bright and breezy flow which is somewhat at odds with...
When I Was One-and-Twenty, poem in the collection A Shropshire Lad by A.E. Housman. Noted for its sprightly cadence of alternating seven- and six-syllable lines, the three-stanza poem addresses the theme of unrequited love. It was likely written as a mem
根据第三段So I wrote him a poem to apologize. The poem was terrible, of course, but with it, a lifelong love affair began-not with the boy who moved away, but with the written word.所以我写了首诗向他道歉。当然,这首诗很糟糕,但从它开始,一段终生的爱就开始了--不是与搬走的男孩,...
六、 文化意识·阅读理解。 Poem One: ① -William Shakespeare When you need someone to listen,I'll be there.When you need a hug, I'll be there.When you need someone to hold your hand, I'll be there. When you need someone to wipe your tears, guess what? I'll be there....
【题文】When I was eight, I wrote my first poem. My mother read and cried, “Buddy, you didn’t really write this beautiful poem!” Shyly, but ___, I said yes. She poured out her___. “It was nothing short of talent!”“What time will Father be home?” I asked. I could_...