簡短又優(yōu)美的英語詩歌

　　舞蹈是有節(jié)拍的步調，就像詩歌是有韻律的文體一樣。下面是學習啦小編帶來的簡短又優(yōu)美的英語詩歌，歡迎閱讀!

　　簡短又優(yōu)美的英語詩歌精選

　　In Love

　　Alfred Tennyson

　　In love, if love be love , if love be ours,

　　Faith and unfaith can ne’er be equal powers;

　　Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all.

　　It is the little rift within the lute,

　　That by and by will make the music mute,

　　And ever widening showly silence all.

　　The little rift within the lover’s lute,

　　Or little pitted speck in garner’d fruit,

　　That rotting inward slowly moulders all,

　　It is not worth the keeping, let it go;

　　But shall it?answer, darling, answer,no,

　　And trust me not all or all in all.

　　相愛

　　阿爾弗萊德·坦尼生

　　如果你我相愛，冰清玉潔，

　　忠與不忠天差地別，

　　點滴失信便讓誠實永遠欠缺。

　　古琴上的小小紋裂，

　　日積月累，音調難以和諧，

　　琴聲終將徹底寂滅。

　　愛人古琴上的小小紋裂，

　　有如水果中的爛斑無法察覺，

　　里面腐朽，整體漸漸毀滅。

　　如無價值繼續(xù)，那就斷然了結，

　　親愛的，你要說不，斬金截鐵，

　　對我，要么懷疑一切，要么相信一切。

　　簡短又優(yōu)美的英語詩歌閱讀

　　A Song for the Night

　　Daniel Henry Deniehy

　　O the Night, the Night, the solemn Night,

　　When Earth is bound with her silent zone,

　　And the spangled sky seems a temple wide,

　　Where the star-tribes kneel at the Godhead's throne;

　　O the Night, the Night, the wizard Night,

　　When the garish reign of day is o'er,

　　And the myriad barques of the dream-elves come

　　In a brightsome fleet from Slumber's shore!

　　O the Night for me,

　　When blithe and free,

　　Go the zephyr-hounds on their airy chase;

　　When the moon is high

　　In the dewy sky,

　　And the air is sweet as a bride's embrace!

　　O the Night, the Night, the charming Night!

　　From the fountain side in the myrtle shade,

　　All softly creep on the slumbrous air

　　The waking notes of the serenade;

　　While bright eyes shine 'mid the lattice-vines,

　　And white arms droop o'er the sculptured sills,

　　And accents fall to the knights below,

　　Like the babblings soft of mountain rills.

　　Love in their eyes,

　　Love in their sighs,

　　Love in the heave of each lily-bright bosom;

　　In words so clear,

　　Lest the listening ear

　　And the waiting heart may lose them.

　　O the silent Night, when the student dreams

　　Of kneeling crowds round a sage's tomb;

　　And the mother's eyes o'er the cradle rain

　　Tears for her baby's fading bloom;

　　O the peaceful Night, when stilled and o'er

　　Is the charger's tramp on the battle plain,

　　And the bugle's sound and the sabre's flash,

　　While the moon looks sad over heaps of slain;

　　And tears bespeak

　　On the iron cheek

　　Of the sentinel lonely pacing,

　　Thoughts which roll

　　Through his fearless soul,

　　Day's sterner mood replacing.

　　O the sacred Night, when memory comes

　　With an aspect mild and sweet to me,

　　But her tones are sad as a ballad air

　　In childhood heard on a nurse's knee;

　　And round her throng fair forms long fled,

　　With brows of snow and hair of gold,

　　And eyes with the light of summer skies,

　　And lips that speak of the days of old.

　　Wide is your flight,

　　O spirits of Night,

　　By strath, and stream, and grove,

　　But most in the gloom

　　Of the Poet's room

　　Ye choose, fair ones, to rove.

　　夜之頌歌

　　丹尼爾·亨利·登內希

　　黑夜啊黑夜，莊嚴的夜，

　　大地沉入寂靜的世界，

　　燦爛的天空像恢宏的圣殿，

　　星星的族類朝著神壇跪拜參謁;

　　黑夜啊黑夜，魔幻的夜，

　　耀眼的白晝不再肆虐，

　　夢幻精靈揚起無數(shù)白帆，

　　船隊駛離睡眠海岸冰清玉潔!

　　啊，歡樂、自由我的夜，

　　駕馭清風去天際追獵;

　　空氣如新娘的擁抱一樣甜蜜，

　　滴露的夜空掛起一輪明月!

　　黑夜啊黑夜，迷人的夜，

　　長春花叢中噴泉傾瀉，

　　在催眠的氛圍里溫柔流淌，

　　小夜曲奏響，振奮、激越。

　　白皙的雙臂無力地倚著花格窗臺，

　　明亮的雙眸在葡萄藤蔓里光彩搖曳;

　　像山中柔和的溪水淙淙，

　　窗下語音各異的騎士贊賞不迭;

　　眼里充滿愛念，

　　艷羨的嘆息相繼不絕，

　　他們爭相把一顆真心獻上，

　　言詞斬金截鐵;

　　唯恐她傾聽的耳朵不曾聽清，

　　只怕她期待的神情未能察覺。

　　黑夜啊黑夜，寧靜的夜，

　　跪拜的后人魂牽先哲的夢穴;

　　母親兩眼凝視著搖籃，

　　灑淚只為嬰兒如鮮花凋謝;

　　黑夜啊黑夜，平和的夜，

　　戰(zhàn)場的廝殺全然寂滅，

　　刀光劍影與號角不再，

　　俯視堆積如山的尸體月亮悲痛欲絕;

　　哨兵孤獨地晃動，

　　面頰堅定如鐵，

　　閃爍的淚花隱含酸楚，

　　盡管內心無所懼怯;

　　終究不是白晝，

　　情緒稍欠剛烈。

　　黑夜啊黑夜，神圣的夜，

　　讓我憶起激蕩甜蜜的情結，

　　可她的聲音帶著憂傷，

　　一如兒時在母親懷里聽過民謠的嗚咽。

　　她所有的美麗久已消退，

　　往日發(fā)如純金，面似白雪，

　　紅唇講述以往的故事，

　　眼光如夏日的晴空皎潔。

　　啊，夜之精靈，

　　你的輝光撒遍世界，

　　照亮幽谷、溪流、叢林，一切一切;

　　可是你對詩人昏暗的居室情有獨鐘，

　　專讓美麗的人們在室內無法安歇。

　　簡短又優(yōu)美的英語詩歌學習

　　The Last Leaf

　　Oliver Wendell Holmes

　　I saw him once before,

　　As he passed by the door,

　　And again

　　The pavement stones resound,

　　As he totters o'er the ground

　　With his cane.

　　They say that in his prime,

　　Ere the pruning-knife of Time

　　Cut him down,

　　Not a better man was found

　　By the Crier on his round

　　Through the town.

　　But now he walks the streets,

　　And he looks at all he meets

　　Sad and wan,

　　And he shakes his feeble head,

　　That it seems as if he said,

　　"They are gone!"

　　The mossy marbles rest

　　On the lips that he has prest

　　In their bloom,

　　And the names he loved to hear

　　Have been carved for many a year

　　On the tomb.

　　My grandmamma has said--

　　Poor old lady, she is dead

　　Long ago--

　　That he had a Roman nose,

　　And his cheek was like a rose

　　In the snow;

　　But now his nose is thin,

　　And it rests upon his chin

　　Like a staff,

　　And a crook is in his back,

　　And a melancholy crack

　　In his laugh.

　　I know it is a sin

　　For me to sit and grin

　　At him here;

　　But the old three-cornered hat,

　　And the breeches, and all that,

　　Are so queer!

　　And if I should live to be

　　The last leaf upon the tree

　　In the spring,

　　Let them smile, as I do now,

　　At the old forsaken bough

　　Where I cling.

　　最后的葉片

　　奧利弗·溫德爾·霍姆斯

　　他曾從門前經過，

　　我在一旁觀望;

　　如今，石板路又噠噠作響，

　　他蹣跚走來，

　　手里拄著拐杖。

　　人們說他當時年輕力壯，

　　時光的剪刀雖有銳利鋒芒，

　　尚未削去他的青春模樣;

　　周圍的人們有口皆碑，

　　滿城數(shù)他最為善良。

　　如今，他卻在街頭流浪，

　　看著別人的面孔，憔悴憂傷;

　　虛弱的腦袋，不斷搖晃，

　　似乎在說;

　　“他們已不在世上”?

　　他曾熱吻過的姑娘，

　　就在這墓中安葬;

　　一塊生苔的石碑，立在墓旁，

　　刻著他所愛慕的芳名，

　　歲月悠長。

　　我年邁的祖母久已過世，

　　話音還在耳邊回蕩;

　　說他長著高高的鼻梁，

　　說他的面頰像一朵玫瑰，

　　在雪中綻放。

　　可是現(xiàn)在，

　　他的鼻子干癟瘦長，

　　貼近下巴像纖細的棍棒;

　　彎腰駝背，

　　沙啞的笑聲帶著不盡的凄涼。

　　坐著笑看他的模樣，

　　一種負罪的感覺在我心底隱藏;

　　可那破舊的尖頂小帽，

　　還有馬褲，所有的衣裝，

　　實在是奇形怪狀!

　　假如我的生命十分久長，

　　能夠成為最后的葉片掛在春天的樹上，

　　讓人們沖著我懸掛的殘枝發(fā)笑吧，

　　就像我現(xiàn)在這樣，

　　盡管那殘枝久已被人們淡忘!