关于旅行的英文诗最好作者有名一点 要有作者名的 谢 急的说要有中文翻译 最好船长作者的照片上来。好的话追加二十。我分少。急切中

关于旅行的英文诗最好作者有名一点 要有作者名的 谢 急的说要有中文翻译 最好船长作者的照片上来。好的话追加二十。我分少。急切中
关于旅行的英文诗
最好作者有名一点 要有作者名的 谢 急的说
要有中文翻译 最好船长作者的照片上来。好的话追加二十。我分少。急切中

关于旅行的英文诗最好作者有名一点 要有作者名的 谢 急的说要有中文翻译 最好船长作者的照片上来。好的话追加二十。我分少。急切中
THE ROAD AND THE END by (作者） Carl Sandburg
I SHALL foot it
Down the roadway in the dusk,
Where shapes of hunger wander
And the fugitives of pain go by.
I shall foot it
In the silence of the morning,
See the night slur into dawn,
Hear the slow great winds arise
Where tall trees flank the way
And shoulder toward the sky.
The broken boulders by the road
Shall not commemorate my ruin.
Regret shall be the gravel under foot.
I shall watch for
Slim birds swift of wing
That go where wind and ranks of thunder
Drive the wild processionals of rain.
The dust of the traveled road
Shall touch my hands and face.
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Travel
作者：Edna St.Vincent Millay
THE railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
No matter where it's going.

I SHALL foot it
Down the roadway in the dusk,
Where shapes of hunger wander
And the fugitives of pain go by.
I shall foot it
In the silence of the morning,
See the night ...

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I SHALL foot it
Down the roadway in the dusk,
Where shapes of hunger wander
And the fugitives of pain go by.
I shall foot it
In the silence of the morning,
See the night slur into dawn,
Hear the slow great winds arise
Where tall trees flank the way
And shoulder toward the sky.
The broken boulders by the road
Shall not commemorate my ruin.
Regret shall be the gravel under foot.
I shall watch for
Slim birds swift of wing
That go where wind and ranks of thunder
Drive the wild processionals of rain.
The dust of the traveled road
Shall touch my hands and face.
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Travel
作者：Edna St. Vincent Millay
THE railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.

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