嗯!找济慈的<蝈蝈与蛐蛐>英文版

On the Crasshopper and the Cricket --John Keats The poetry 0f earth，is never, dead： When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in coolillg trees，a voice will run From hedge t0 hedge about the new—mown mead； That is the Grasshopper’s—lle takes the lead IIl 81LiTllner luxury。一he has never done With his delights，for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed． The poetry of earth is ceasing never： On a lone winter evening，when the frost Has wrought a silence．from t}le stove there shrills The Cricket’s song，in warmth inceasing ever， And 8eeni8 t0 one in drowsiness half lost． The Grasshopper’s among some grassy hills．