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The rainy days Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. Amazing Grace John Newton Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now am found, Was blind but now I see. ‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved. How precious did that grace appear, The hour I first believed. Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come; ‘Tis grace hath brought me safe and thus far, And grace will lead me home. If I can stop Emily Dickinson If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin, Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. Pippa’s Song Robert Browning The year’s at the spring And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hill-side’s dew-pearled; The lark’s on the wing; The snail’s on the thorn; God’s in his heaven ? All’s right with the world ! The Sensitive Plant Percy Bysshe Shelley A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light, And closed them beneath the kisses of Night. Auguries of Innocence William Blake To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wilde Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. The Daffodils William Wordsworth I wondered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Besides the lake, beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: - A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company: I gazed ? and gazed ? but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought. For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude, And then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils. The Wind Christina G. Rossetti Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you; But when the leaves hang trembling The wind is passing thro’. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I ; But when the trees bow down their heads The wind is passing by. The Road Not Taken Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And look 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 grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence; Two roads diverged in a wood, and I ? I took the one less traveled by, And that had made all the difference. Home, Sweet Home Howard Payne / (Henry R. Bishop) ‘Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek thro’ the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, There’s no place like home, Oh, there’s no place like home. The Last Rose of Summer Irish Air ‘Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone; All her lovely companions are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred No rose bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. A Red, Red Rose Robert Burns O my love is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June ; O my love is like the melody, That's sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I ; And I will love thee still, my dear, Til all the seas go dry. Till all the seas go dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with the sun ; And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love, And fare thee weel, a while ! And I will come again, my love, Thou' it were ten thousand mile. Annabel Lee Edger Allan Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love - I and my Annabel Lee - With a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. The Swing Robert Louis Stevenson How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue ? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do ! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the coutryside - Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown - Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down ! Song of Myself Walt Whitman I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall asuume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. Auld Lang Syne Scottish Air Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne ? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak' a cup o'kindness yet, For auld lang syne. page top 「心愉しい詩歌」 へ戻る |