【正文】 1 第四周 第一篇 A Psalm of Life By Herry Wadsworth Longfellow Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal。 Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way。 But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world39。s broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe39。er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o39。erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sand of time。 Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o39。er life39。s solenm main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate。 Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. 第四周 第二篇 Love Your Life By Henry David Thoreau However mean your life is, meet it and live it 。 do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The faultfinder will find faults in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the almshouse as brightly as from the rich man39。s abode。 the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace. The town39。s poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any. May be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving. Most think that they are above being supported by the town。 but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means. which should be more disreputable. Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends, Turn the old, return to them. Things do not change。 we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts. 2 第五周 第一篇 Oh Captain！ My Captain！ By Walt Whitman Oh Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather39。d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring。 But Oh heart! heart! heart! Oh the bleeding drops of red! Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Oh Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells。 Rise up for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon39。d wreathsfor you the shores crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turing。 Here, Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head。 It is some dream that on the deck You39。ve fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm , he has no pulse nor will。 The ship is anchor39。d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done。 From fearful trip the victor ship es in with object won。 Exult, Oh shores! and ring, Oh bells! But I, with mourful tread, Walk the deck my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. 第五周 第二篇 Youth By Samuel Ullman Youth is not a time of life。 it is a state of mind。 it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees。 it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions。 it is the freshness of the deep springs of life. Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, selfdistrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust. Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being?s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of what?s next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young. When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80. 3 第六周 第一篇 The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a