长篇的英文优美短诗带翻译精选

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篇一：优美英文 诗歌

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优美英文诗歌

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The Rainy Day

The day is cold,and dark,and dreary;

It rains,and the wind is never weary;

The vine still clings to the moldering wall,

But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold and dark and dreary;

It rains and the wind is never weary;

My thought still cling to the moldering past,

But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,

And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still,sad heart! And cease repining;

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

Thy fate is the common fate of all,

Into each life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary.

THE NEW YEARRing out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light:

The year is dying in the night;

Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,

Ring, happy bells, across the snow:

The year is going, let him go;

Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,

For those that here we see no more;

Ring out the feud of rich and poor,

Ring in redress to all mankind.

The Seaside Is My Home I live near the sea for years.

The billow sound every night, Enlightens

me how to be great,

And how to look on greatness.

Without seeing great mountains,

I form no habit of looking up.

I live near the sea for years.

Too much water, saltier than tears,

Floats some directional boats,

Or other drifting boats

To travel far across the sea.

So the shore is always in my heart.

I live near the sea for years.

With more floaters on the sea,

Sweet and Low

Sweet and low , sweet and low,

Wind of the western sea,

Low, low, breathe and blow,

Wind of the western sea!

Over the rolling waters go,

Come from the dying noon, and blow,

Blow him again to me;

While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,

Father will come to thee soon;

Rest, rest on mother's breast,

Father will come to thee soon;

Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west

Under the silver moon;

Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. I Felt the Sunlight

Along the long, long corridor

I go on walking . . .

—

Before me there are dazzling windows, on either side, walls reflecting the light. The sunlight

and I,

I'm standing with the sunlight.

—

Now I remember how intense that sunlight is! So warm it stops me from taking another step,

so bright I hold my breath.

The

light

of

the

whole

universe

converges

here.

—

I'm

unaware

of

the

existence

of

anything else. There is only me, leaning on sunlight, still for a full ten seconds.

Sometimes, ten seconds

is longer than a quarter of a century. Finally, I dash down the stairs, push open the door,

and run in the spring sunlight

…

Ask me no more

Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty

’

s

orient deep,

These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of

the day;

For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to eich your hair. Ask me no more whither

doth haste The nightingale, when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat

She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light, That downwards

fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become, as in their sphere.

Here we stand together

Here we stand together,

Dressed in our pain,

Covered with scars

From wounds we did not ask for Or deserve.

So what now?

We can't go back

And relive our lives.