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آره من ادبیات انگلیسی می‌خونم. الان ترم چهارم. عکسی هم که فرستادی خیلی قشنگ بود. مرسی :w27:

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The Road Not Taken 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. Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was...

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The...

TO AUTUMN SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees...

When my love swears that she is made of truth When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutored youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she...

The Man He Killed "Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have sat us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! "But ranged as infantry, And staring face to face, I shot at him and he at me, And killed him in his place...

ماه چنین کس ندید خوش سخن و کش خرام ماه مبارک طلوع سرو قیامت قیام سرو درآید ز پای گر تو بجنبی ز جای ماه بیفتد به زیر گر تو برآیی به بام تا دل از آن تو شد دیده فرودوختم هر چه پسند شماست بر همه عالم حرام گوش دلم بر درست تا چه بیاید خبر چشم امیدم به راه تا که بیارد پیام...

تو هرچه بپوشی به تو زیبا گردد گر خام بود اطلس و دیبا گردد مندیش که هرکه یک نظر روی تو دید دیگر همه عمر از تو شکیبا گردد سعدی...

آرزوهایت بلند بود، دستهای من کوتاه تو نردبان خواسته بودی من صندلی بودم. با این همه فراموشم مکن وقتی که بر صندلی فرسوده‌ات نشسته‌ای و به ماه فکر می‌کنی

دوش در حلقه‌ی ما قصه‌ی گیسوی تو بود تا دل شب سخن از سلسله‌ی موی تو بود

Oh love, oh sorrow, the sweet sorrow The greyless green of blue tomorrow Within my heart you are forever You never decay, no...no never The whole heaven is your domain All is to die, you will remain The moon is you, the clouds, the rain The fire, the ice, happiness and pain The lips of seas...

نترس از هجوم حضورم، چيزي جز تنهايي با من نيست . . .

Anecdote of the Jar I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill The wilderness rose up to it, And sprawled around, no longer wild. The jar was round upon the ground And tall and of a port in air It took dominion...