Fog Kabut

by Carl Sandburg
Sang kabut tiba
The fog comes bagai langkah kecil kaki kucing
on little cat feet. Dengan tenang,
It sits looking ia menyelimuti pelabuhan dan kota
over harbor and city Setelahnya,
on silent haunches Ia perlahan menghilang
and then moves on.

The Eagle
By Alfred Lord Tennyson

He clasps the crag with crooked hands,
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Dia mencengkram tebing dengan tangannya yang bengkok
Dekat dengan matahari di negeri yang sepi
Dia berdiri dikelilingi oleh birunya dunia
Lautan yang berkerut merangkak di bawahnya
Dia mengawasi dari dinding gunungnya
Dan dia melesat bagai petir menuju mangsanya

Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September

3, 1802
by William Wordsworth

Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dunia tidak memiliki apapun untuk ditunjukkan dengan lebih
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by adil:
A sight so touching in its majesty; Jiwanya akan memudar jika melewatinya
This City now doth, like a garment, wear Sebuah pemandangan yang menyentuh keagungannya;
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Kota ini, layaknya sebuah pakaian, Ia mengenakan
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Keindahan di pagi hari; sunyi, kosong, kapal-kapal, Menara,
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
kubah, teater, dan kuil terbentang seperti halaman luas, da
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
langit
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!