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Third grade English poems 1
Heights
By Longfellow Translation/Qiu Zishu< /p>
The heights by great men reached and kept
The heights reached by great men,
Were not attained by sudden flight,
Not achieved overnight;
But they, while their panions slept,
When their companions slept soundly in the middle of the night,
Were climbing upward in the night.
Working hard to climb Still not stopping.
Grade 3 English Poetry 2
the panther
his vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. it seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.
After passing the iron bars, his eyes
had become so tired that he could no longer bear even one glance. It seemed like there were a thousand railings in front of me; and there was nothing behind them.
as he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.
His strong steps are dexterous,
pacing in the small space,
As if some kind of sacrificial dance revolved around a center,
In the center a great vertigo of will.
only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly—. an image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles, < /p>
plunges into the heart and is gone.
Only sometimes the eyelids lift up silently——
An image penetrates from the pupil,
< p>Through the frozen bodyPut into the soul, and finally turn into nothing.
Grade 3 English Poetry 3
if by life you were deceived
If life deceived you
——alexander puskin < /p>
if by life you were deceived,
don't be di *** al, don't be wild!
in the day of grief, be mild
merry days will e, believe.
If life deceives you
Don’t be sad, don’t be impatient
In melancholy days Need to calm down
Believe that happy days are coming
heart is living in tomorrow;
present is dejected here;
in a moment, passes sorrow;
that which passes will be dear.
My heart is always looking forward to the future
Now it is often melancholy
Everything is fleeting
Everything will pass
And what has passed
will become a dear memory