《船长，我的船长》Oh ,captain ,my captain!
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may/Old time is still a-flying/And this same flowers that smiles today/Tomorrow will be dying
因为信不信由你，这个房间里的每个人，总有一天都要停止呼吸，僵冷，死亡。我要你们向前到这儿来，细细玩味过去的面孔，你们经过这儿无数次，但从未真正看过他们，和你的差异并不大，对吧？同样的发型，和你们一样精力旺盛，和你们一样不可一世，世界都在他们的掌握之中，他们认为注定要成就大事，和大多数的你们一样，他们的双眼充满了希望，和你们一样。他们是否虚度时光，到最后一无所成？因为各位所见到的……这些男孩现在都已化为尘土了，如果你们仔细倾听，便能听见他们在低声耳语，附耳过去，仔细听，听见了？CARPE..。听见了吗？CARPE... CARPE DIEM 及时行乐，孩子们，让你的生命超越凡俗。
Becuase believe or not, each one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die. I'd like you to step forward of you and peruse some of the faces from the past. They're not that different from you , are they? Same haircuts.
Full of hormones. Just like you. Invincible just like you fell. The world is their oyster. They belive they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives evenone iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentelman, these boys are now fertilising daffodils.
But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it ? Carpe...hear it?...Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day, boys, make your lives extrordinary。
To fully understand poetry, we must first be fluent with its meter, rhyme and figures of speech, then ask two questions: 1) How artfully has the objective of the poem been rendered and 2) How important is that objective?
我们不是在接水管。We're not laying pipe。
惟有在梦中，人们才是真正自由的。Only in their dreams can men be truly free。
Learn to think for yourselves again. No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world。
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering -- these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love -- these are what we stay alive for。
The Dead Poets was dedicated to "sucking the marrow out of life"。
We weren't a Greek organization. We were Romantics. We didn't just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits soared, women swooned and gods were created。
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived。
(Alfred Lord Tennyson)Come my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset. And though we are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;-- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield。
Then I had religion, then I had a vision. I could not turn from their revel in derision. Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black, cutting through the forest with a golden track。