简短又优美的英语诗歌

　　舞蹈是有节拍的步调，就像诗歌是有韵律的文体一样。下面是学习啦小编带来的简短又优美的英语诗歌，欢迎阅读!

　　简短又优美的英语诗歌精选

　　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.

　　相爱

　　阿尔弗莱德·坦尼生

　　如果你我相爱，冰清玉洁，

　　忠与不忠天差地别，

　　点滴失信便让诚实永远欠缺。

　　古琴上的小小纹裂，

　　日积月累，音调难以和谐，

　　琴声终将彻底寂灭。

　　爱人古琴上的小小纹裂，

　　有如水果中的烂斑无法察觉，

　　里面腐朽，整体渐渐毁灭。

　　如无价值继续，那就断然了结，

　　亲爱的，你要说不，斩金截铁，

　　对我，要么怀疑一切，要么相信一切。

　　简短又优美的英语诗歌阅读

　　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.

　　夜之颂歌

　　丹尼尔·亨利·登内希

　　黑夜啊黑夜，庄严的夜，

　　大地沉入寂静的世界，

　　灿烂的天空像恢宏的圣殿，

　　星星的族类朝着神坛跪拜参谒;

　　黑夜啊黑夜，魔幻的夜，

　　耀眼的白昼不再肆虐，

　　梦幻精灵扬起无数白帆，

　　船队驶离睡眠海岸冰清玉洁!

　　啊，欢乐、自由我的夜，

　　驾驭清风去天际追猎;

　　空气如新娘的拥抱一样甜蜜，

　　滴露的夜空挂起一轮明月!

　　黑夜啊黑夜，迷人的夜，

　　长春花丛中喷泉倾泻，

　　在催眠的氛围里温柔流淌，

　　小夜曲奏响，振奋、激越。

　　白皙的双臂无力地倚着花格窗台，

　　明亮的双眸在葡萄藤蔓里光彩摇曳;

　　像山中柔和的溪水淙淙，

　　窗下语音各异的骑士赞赏不迭;

　　眼里充满爱念，

　　艳羡的叹息相继不绝，

　　他们争相把一颗真心献上，

　　言词斩金截铁;

　　唯恐她倾听的耳朵不曾听清，

　　只怕她期待的神情未能察觉。

　　黑夜啊黑夜，宁静的夜，

　　跪拜的后人魂牵先哲的梦穴;

　　母亲两眼凝视着摇篮，

　　洒泪只为婴儿如鲜花凋谢;

　　黑夜啊黑夜，平和的夜，

　　战场的厮杀全然寂灭，

　　刀光剑影与号角不再，

　　俯视堆积如山的尸体月亮悲痛欲绝;

　　哨兵孤独地晃动，

　　面颊坚定如铁，

　　闪烁的泪花隐含酸楚，

　　尽管内心无所惧怯;

　　终究不是白昼，

　　情绪稍欠刚烈。

　　黑夜啊黑夜，神圣的夜，

　　让我忆起激荡甜蜜的情结，

　　可她的声音带着忧伤，

　　一如儿时在母亲怀里听过民谣的呜咽。

　　她所有的美丽久已消退，

　　往日发如纯金，面似白雪，

　　红唇讲述以往的故事，

　　眼光如夏日的晴空皎洁。

　　啊，夜之精灵，

　　你的辉光撒遍世界，

　　照亮幽谷、溪流、丛林，一切一切;

　　可是你对诗人昏暗的居室情有独钟，

　　专让美丽的人们在室内无法安歇。

　　简短又优美的英语诗歌学习

　　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.

　　最后的叶片

　　奥利弗·温德尔·霍姆斯

　　他曾从门前经过，

　　我在一旁观望;

　　如今，石板路又哒哒作响，

　　他蹒跚走来，

　　手里拄着拐杖。

　　人们说他当时年轻力壮，

　　时光的剪刀虽有锐利锋芒，

　　尚未削去他的青春模样;

　　周围的人们有口皆碑，

　　满城数他最为善良。

　　如今，他却在街头流浪，

　　看着别人的面孔，憔悴忧伤;

　　虚弱的脑袋，不断摇晃，

　　似乎在说;

　　“他们已不在世上”?

　　他曾热吻过的姑娘，

　　就在这墓中安葬;

　　一块生苔的石碑，立在墓旁，

　　刻着他所爱慕的芳名，

　　岁月悠长。

　　我年迈的祖母久已过世，

　　话音还在耳边回荡;

　　说他长着高高的鼻梁，

　　说他的面颊像一朵玫瑰，

　　在雪中绽放。

　　可是现在，

　　他的鼻子干瘪瘦长，

　　贴近下巴像纤细的棍棒;

　　弯腰驼背，

　　沙哑的笑声带着不尽的凄凉。

　　坐着笑看他的模样，

　　一种负罪的感觉在我心底隐藏;

　　可那破旧的尖顶小帽，

　　还有马裤，所有的衣装，

　　实在是奇形怪状!

　　假如我的生命十分久长，

　　能够成为最后的叶片挂在春天的树上，

　　让人们冲着我悬挂的残枝发笑吧，

　　就像我现在这样，

　　尽管那残枝久已被人们淡忘!