我需要一英语朗诵诗歌,诗歌字数适中,难易适中,内容健康!超急.

我需要一英语朗诵诗歌,诗歌字数适中,难易适中,内容健康!超急.
谁有阿,
今天就要阿,急死啦．．．!

Crossing the Bar
By Alfred Tennyson
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When That which drew form out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
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The human seasons
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring,when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
he has his Summer,when luxuriously
Spring's honeyed cud of youthful thought he loves
to ruminate,and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven:quite coves
His soul has in its Autumn,when his wings
He furls close;contented so to look
On mists in idleness-to let fair things
Pas by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
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The human seasons
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring,when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
he has his Summer,when luxuriously
Spring's honeyed cud of youthful thought he loves
to ruminate,and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven:quite coves
His soul has in its Autumn,when his wings
He furls close;contented so to look
On mists in idleness-to let fair things
Pas by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
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The soul of man can never be enslaved
Save by its own infirmities,nor freed
Save by its very strength and own resolve
And constant vision and supreme endeavor!
You will be free then,courage,o my brother!
O let the soul stand in the open door
Of life and death and knowledge and desire
And see the peaks of thought kindle with sunrise!
Then shall the soul return to rest no more,
Nor harvest dreams in the dark field of sleep
Rather the soul shall go with great resolve
To dwell at last upon the shining mountains
In liberal converse with the eternal stars.
Thereupon he kills the eagle ;and sets Jove’s victim free.
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The feeling of love
love is a flower which needs two too watar,
love is a story in which you can find me and her,
love is far away,but sometimes it is very near.
you will not touch it forver but you can feel it every second
beacause of this kind of love you can fly in the shy with the snowwhie in your mind
beacause of this kind of love you can cry in your husband arms
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