英语诗

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题目：英语诗

解：

　　我向你推荐三首,分别是泰戈尔、普希金、雪莱写的.

　　1.Ode to the West Wind（《西风颂》）雪莱最著名的抒情诗.

　　1.Ode to the West Wind

　　O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being

　　Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead

　　Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

　　Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

　　Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou

　　Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

　　The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low,

　　Each like a corpse within its grave, until

　　Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

　　Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill 10

　　(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)

　　With living hues and odours plain and hill;

　　Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;

　　Destroyer and preserver; hear, O hear!

　　Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, 15

　　Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,

　　Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean,

　　Angels of rain and lightning! there are spread

　　On the blue surface of thine airy surge,

　　Like the bright hair uplifted from the head 20

　　Of some fierce Mænad, even from the dim verge

　　Of the horizon to the zenith's height,

　　The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge

　　Of the dying year, to which this closing night

　　Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, 25

　　Vaulted with all thy congregated might

　　Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere

　　Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst: O hear!

　　III

　　Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams

　　The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, 30

　　Lull'd by the coil of his crystàlline streams,

　　Beside a pumice isle in Baiæ's bay,

　　And saw in sleep old palaces and towers

　　Quivering within the wave's intenser day,

　　All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers 35

　　So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou

　　For whose path the Atlantic's level powers

　　Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below

　　The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear

　　The sapless foliage of the ocean, know 40

　　Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,

　　And tremble and despoil themselves: O hear!

　　If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;

　　If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;

　　A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share 45

　　The impulse of thy strength, only less free

　　Than thou, O uncontrollable! if even

　　I were as in my boyhood, and could be

　　The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven,

　　As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed 50

　　Scarce seem'd a vision—I would ne'er have striven

　　As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.

　　O! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!

　　I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

　　A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd 55

　　One too like thee—tameless, and swift, and proud.

　　Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:

　　What if my leaves are falling like its own?

　　The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

　　Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, 60

　　Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,

　　My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

　　Drive my dead thoughts over the universe,

　　Like wither'd leaves, to quicken a new birth;

　　And, by the incantation of this verse, 65

　　Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth

　　Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!

　　Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth

　　The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,

　　If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? 70

　　2.Songs Offerings（《吉檀枷利·第一章》）泰戈尔成名之作.

　　2.Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

　　This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

　　At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

　　Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

　　3.普希金《我曾爱过您》,委婉的爱情诗

　　"I loved you..."

　　I loved you, and I probably still do,

　　And for a while the feeling may remain...

　　But let my love no longer trouble you,

　　I do not wish to cause you any pain.

　　I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,

　　The jealousy, the shyness - though in vain -

　　Made up a love so tender and so true

　　As may God grant you to be loved again.

举一反三

例1：请推荐几首一两百个单词的著名英文短诗这个我知道不过我想要再长一点点的不好意思[英语练习题]

思路提示：

1.Thank you for comforting me when I'm sad

Loving me when I'm mad

Picking me up when I'm down

Thank you for being my friend and being around

Teaching me the meaning of love

Encouraging me when I need a shove

But most of all thank you for

Loving me for who I am

感谢你在我伤心时安慰我,

当我生气时你护著我,

当我沮丧时你拉拔我.

感谢你作我的朋友并且在我身旁,

教导我爱的意义是什么,

当我需要动力时你鼓励我.

但我最想感谢你的是,

爱上像我这样的一个人.

2.Love is more than a word,

it says so much.

When I see these four letters,

I almost feel your touch.

This only happened since

I fell in love with you.

Why this word does this,

I haven't got a clue.

Love 不单是一个字,

它还代表了许多意涵,

当我看到这四个字母时,

我几乎能感受到你内心的感动.

但是这只发生在,

我爱上你之后,

为何这个字有如此的魔力,

我也搞不清楚.

3.Sweetheart,

My thoughts are deep into you

From the moment that I wake up

And to the whole day through

Happy Valentine's Day

亲爱的,

我深深地想念著你,

从我每天早上起来的那一刻起,

每一分每一秒直到一天结束.

情人节快乐!

4.Thank you for standing behind me

In all that I do

I hope you're as happy with me

As I am with you

感谢你永远支持我,

不论我作了些什么,

我希望你跟我在一起永远开心,

就像我跟你在一起时那么地快乐.

5.If I could save time in a bottle

the first thing that I'd like to do

is to save every day until eternity passes away

just to spend them with you

if I could make days last forever

if words could make wishes come true

I'd save every day like a treasure and then

again I would spend them with you

如果我能把时间存入一个瓶子,

我要作的第一件事就是,

把每一天都存下来直到永恒,

再和你一起慢慢度过.

如果我能把时间化作永恒,

如果我的愿望能一一成真,

我会把每天都像宝贝一样存起来,

再和你一起慢慢度过.

6.To sweetheart or friend,

words can mean much.

Valentine heart to heart,

conveys a loving touch.

给我的爱人或是朋友,

一句话可以代表许多意思,

让我们传递著情人节的讯息,

也传发送爱的感觉.

7.You're always there for me

When things tend to go wrong

It's that faith you have in me

That makes our love strong

当我需要你时你永远在那里,

就算是我犯了错误也没关系,

是你对我坚定的信心,

让我们的爱更加茁壮.

8.It's your loving and your caring

And knowing that you're near

That gentle touch you have

Make my troubles disappear

是你的爱意和呵护,

知道你就在我的身边,

还有你的温柔和体贴,

让我所有的麻烦全部不见

To see a World in a Grain of Sand,

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower;

Hold Infinity in the plam of your hand,

And Eternity in an hour.

再来一首十四行诗

Oh,it's not freedom ruins the tangled way;

Our flesh an empty mold,a Winter sigh.

The rules of his mind's order went astray,

Ban laws,choose change,the promises untie.

Or measure this,what golden artists hone:

His secret cloud,a mountain by a tree,

One steady hand,firm hills,a pleasing tone;

Then heroes sat,'round Lingshan,silently.

Our faith in this low planet shattered here,

Where climbing thousands low resentment bore,

Do cops end all the searching this night?

No,never quit the smaller things of yore.

The lovers stood up,then turn off the mobile phone;

Doubt this,the gentle sacrament of some.

例2：英文著名诗歌(高中朗诵比赛)[英语练习题]

思路提示：

　　叶芝（威廉·巴特勒·叶芝）的.很经典的.译文有很多版本,可以再找找

　　When you are old

　　--- William Butler Yeats

　　When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

　　And nodding by the fire,take down this book,

　　And slowly read,and dream of the soft look

　　Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep;

　　How many loved your moments of glad grace,

　　And loved your beauty with love false or true,

　　But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,

　　And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

　　And bending down beside the glowing bars,

　　Murmur,a little sadly,how Love fled

　　And paced upon the mountains overhead

　　And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

　　当你老了

　　冰心译

　　当你老了,头发花白,睡意沉沉,

　　倦坐在炉边,取下这本书来,

　　慢慢读着,追梦当年的眼神

　　那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影.

　　多少人爱过你青春的片影,

　　爱过你的美貌,以虚伪或是真情,

　　惟独一人爱你那朝圣者的心,

　　爱你哀戚的脸上岁月的留痕.

　　在炉栅边,你弯下了腰,

　　低语着,带着浅浅的伤感,

　　爱情是怎样逝去,又怎样步上群山,

　　怎样在繁星之间藏住了脸.

例3：求几首著名的英文诗要标明作者或出处,还要有题目,不要太长,也不要太短,最好是像莎士比亚,雪莱这种人写的.至少5首[英语练习题]

思路提示：

　Ⅰ.She Walks in Beauty

　　She walks in beauty, like the night

　　Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

　　And all that's best of dark and bright

　　Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

　　Thus mellowed to that tender light

　　Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

　　One shade the more, one ray the less,

　　Had half impaired the nameless grace

　　Which waves in every raven tress,

　　Or softly lightens o'er her face;

　　Where thoughts serenely sweet express

　　How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

　　And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

　　So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

　　The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

　　But tell of days in goodness spent,

　　A mind at peace with all below,

　　A heart whose love is innocent!

　by Lord Byron

　Ⅱ.Sonnet XVIII (Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?)

　　Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

　　Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

　　Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

　　And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:

　　Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines

　　And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

　　And every fair from fair sometimes declines,

　　By chance or nature’s changing course untrimmed;

　　But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

　　Nor lose possession of that fair thou own;

　　Nor shall death brag thou wander in his shade,

　　When in eternal lines to time thou grow:

　　So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

　　So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

　by William Shakespeare

　Ⅲ.Ode to the West Wind

　　O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,

　　Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead

　　Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

　　Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

　　Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,

　　Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

　　The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,

　　Each like a corpse within its grave, until

　　Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

　　Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill

　　(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)

　　With living hues and odours plain and hill:

　　Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;

　　Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!

　　Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,

　　Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,

　　Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,

　　Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread

　　On the blue surface of thine aery surge,

　　Like the bright hair uplifted from the head

　　Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge

　　Of the horizon to the zenith's height,

　　The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge

　　Of the dying year, to which this closing night

　　Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,

　　Vaulted with all thy congregated might

　　Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere

　　Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!

　　III

　　Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams

　　The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,

　　Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,

　　Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,

　　And saw in sleep old palaces and towers

　　Quivering within the wave's intenser day,

　　All overgrown with azure moss and flowers

　　So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou

　　For whose path the Atlantic's level powers

　　Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below

　　The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear

　　The sapless foliage of the ocean, know

　　Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,

　　And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!

　　If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;

　　If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;

　　A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share

　　The impulse of thy strength, only less free

　　Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even

　　I were as in my boyhood, and could be

　　The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,

　　As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed

　　Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven

　　As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.

　　Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!

　　I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

　　A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd

　　One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

　　Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:

　　What if my leaves are falling like its own!

　　The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

　　Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,

　　Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,

　　My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

　　Drive my dead thoughts over the universe

　　Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth!

　　And, by the incantation of this verse,

　　Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth

　　Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!

　　Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth

　　The trumpet of a prophecy! Oh Wind,

　　If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

　by Percy Bysshe Shelley

　Ⅳ.Ode To A Nightingale

　　My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

　　My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

　　Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

　　One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:

　　'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,

　　But being too happy in thine happiness --

　　That thou, light winged Dryad of the trees,

　　In some melodious plot

　　Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,

　　Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

　　O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been

　　Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,

　　Tasting of Flora and the country green,

　　Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!

　　O for a beaker full of the warm South,

　　Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,

　　With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,

　　And purple-stained mouth,

　　That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,

　　And with thee fade away into the forest dim.

　　Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget

　　What thou amongst the leaves hast never known,

　　The weariness, the fever, and the fret

　　Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;

　　Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs.

　　Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;

　　Where nut to think is to be full of sorrow

　　And leaden-eyed despairs;

　　Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,

　　Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

　　Away! away! for I will fly to thee,

　　Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,

　　But on the viewless wings of Poesy,

　　Though the dull brain perplexes and retards.

　　Already with thee! tender is the night,

　　And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,

　　Clustered around by all her starry Fays;

　　But here there is no light,

　　Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown

　　Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

　　I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,

　　Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,

　　But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet

　　Wherewith the seasonable month endows

　　The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild --

　　White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;

　　Fast fading violets covered up in leaves;

　　And mid-May's eldest child,

　　The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,

　　The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

　　Darkling I listen; and for many a time

　　I have been half in love with easeful Death,

　　Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

　　To take into the air my quiet breath;

　　Now more than ever seems it rich to die,

　　To cease upon the midnight with no pain,

　　While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad

　　In such an ecstasy!

　　Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain --

　　To thy high requiem become a sod.

　　Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!

　　No hungry generations tread thee down;

　　The voice I hear this passing night eas heard

　　In ancient days by emperor and clown:

　　Perhaps the self-same song that found a path

　　Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,

　　She stood in tears amid the alien corn;

　　The same that oft-times hath

　　Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam

　　Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

　　Forlorn! the very word is like a bell

　　To toll me back from thee to my sole self!

　　Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well

　　As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.

　　Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades

　　Past the near meadows, over the still stream,

　　Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep

　　In the next valley-glades:

　　Was is a vision, or a waking dream?

　　Fled is that music -- Do I wake or sleep?

　by John Keats

　Ⅴ.The Arrow and the Song

　　I shot an arrow into the air,

　　It fell to earth I knew not where;

　　For so swiftly it flew the sight,

　　Could not follow it in its flight.

　　I breathed a song into the air,

　　It fell to earth I knew not where;

　　For who has the sight so keen and strong,

　　That can follow the flight of a song.

　　Long,long afterwards in an oak,

　　I found the arrow still unbroke;

　　And the song, from beginning to end,

　　I found again in the heart of a friend.

　by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

　Ⅵ.On A faded violet

　　The odor from the flower is gone,

　　Which like thy kisses breathed on me;

　　The color from the flower is flown,

　　Which glowed of thee, and only thee!

　　A shriveled, lifeless, vacant form,

　　It lies on my abandoned breast.

　　And mocks the heart, which yet is warm,

　　With cold and silent rest.

　　I weep —— my tears revive it not;

　　I sigh —— it breathes no more on me;

　　Its mute and uncomplaining lot

　　Is such as mine should be.

　by Percy Bysshe Shelley

例4：推荐一首英文小诗[英语练习题]

思路提示：

　　转

　　莎士比亚十四行诗

　　第一百四十一首

　　In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes 我不真的凭我的眼睛来爱你,

　　For they in thee a thousand errors note; 在你的身上我看见了到千处错误；

　　But `tis my heart that loves what they despise 但我的心却爱着被眼睛所轻视的,

　　Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.溺爱着,不理睬面前的景象.

　　Nor are mine ears with thy tongue`s tune delighted; 我的耳朵不听你舌尖传出的愉悦的音色；

　　Nor tender feeling to base touches prone 我那期待着爱抚的敏感的触觉,

　　Nor taste nor smell desire to be invited 我的味觉,我的嗅觉,都不愿出席

　　To any sensual feast with thee alone.你的个人的任何感官的宴会.

　　But my five wits nor my five senses can 可是我所有的智慧或五感却不能

　　Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee 说服一个痴心不爱你,

　　Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man 我的心不受统治,我的身体失去了灵魂,

　　Thy proud heart`s slave and vassal wretch to be.甘愿做你那颗高傲的心的奴隶.

　　Only my plague thus far I count my gain 然而我只能将我爱情的悲苦视作一种益处,

　　That she that makes me sin awards me pain.她诱使我犯罪,她令我受苦.

　　泰戈尔的诗《世界上最远的距离》

　　世界上最远的距离

　　不是生与死的距离

　　而是我站在你面前

　　你不知道我爱你

　　世界上最远的距离

　　不是我站在你面前

　　你不知道我爱你

　　而是爱到痴迷

　　却不能说我爱你

　　世界上最远的距离

　　不是我不能说我爱你

　　而是想你痛彻心脾

　　却只能深埋心底

　　世界上最远的距离

　　不是我不能说我想你

　　而是彼此相爱

　　却不能够在一起

　　世界上最远的距离

　　不是彼此相爱

　　却不能够在一起

　　而是明知道真爱无敌

　　却装作毫不在意

　　世界上最远的距离

　　不是树与树的距离

　　而是同根生长的树枝

　　却无法在风中相依

　　世界上最远的距离

　　不是树枝无法相依

　　而是相互了望的星星

　　却没有交汇的轨迹

　　世界上最远的距离

　　不是星星之间的轨迹

　　而是纵然轨迹交汇

　　却在转瞬间无处寻觅

　　世界上最远的距离

　　不是瞬间便无处寻觅

　　而是尚未相遇

　　便注定无法相聚

　　世界上最远的距离

　　是鱼与飞鸟的距离

　　一个在天,一个却深潜海底

　　其次是英文版本：

　　The most distant way in the world

　　is not the way from birth to the end.

　　it is when i sit near you

　　that you don't understand i love u.

　　The most distant way in the world

　　is not that you're not sure i love u.

　　It is when my love is bewildering the soul

　　but i can't speak it out.

　　The most distant way in the world

　　is not that i can't say i love u.

　　it is after looking into my heart

　　i can't change my love.

　　The most distant way in the world

　　is not that i'm loving u.

　　it is in our love

　　we are keeping between the distance.

　　The most distant way in the world

　　is not the distance across us.

　　it is when we're breaking through the way

　　we deny the existance of love.