英文版詩歌

　　詩歌作為經典的藝術形式一直伴隨著人類文明的發展,無論是對自然美景的讚美,還是對人類善良、積極的人生態度的讚美,我們都可以找到相應的國外內的詩歌題材。下面是小編帶來的經典英語版詩歌，歡迎閱讀!

　　經典英語版詩歌篇一

　　愛如清晨的陽光

　　Love Like Morning Sun

　　So often, when I'm alone with my thoughts,

　　I feel your presence enter me

　　like the morning sun's early light,

　　filling my memories and dreams of us

　　with a warm and clear radiance.

　　You have become my love, my life,

　　and together we have shaped our world

　　until it seems now as natural as breathing.

　　But I remember when it wasn't always so

　　times when peace and happiness seemed more

　　like intruders in my life than

　　the familiar companions they are today;

　　times when we struggled to know each other,

　　but always smoothing out those rough spots

　　until we came to share ourselves completely.

　　We can never rid our lives entirely

　　of sadness and difficult times

　　but we

　　can understand them together, and grow

　　stronger as individuals and as a loving couple.

　　If I don't tell you as often as I'd like,

　　it's because I could never tell you enough

　　that I'm grateful for you

　　sharing your life with mine,

　　and that my love for you will live forever.

　　by Edmund O'Neil

　　經典英語版詩歌篇二

　　The petals fall in the fountain

　　These fought in any case,

　　and some believing

　　pro domo, in any case .....

　　Died some, pro patria,

　　walked eye-deep in hell

　　believing in old men's lies, then unbelieving

　　came home, home to a lie,

　　home to many deceits,

　　home to old lies and new infamy;

　　usury age-old and age-thick

　　and liars in public places.

　　Daring as never before, wastage as never before.

　　Young blood and high blood,

　　fair cheeks, and fine bodies;

　　fortitude as never before

　　frankness as never before,

　　disillusions as never told in the old days,

　　hysterias, trench confessions,

　　laughter out of dead bellies.

　　經典英語版詩歌篇三

　　Ezra Pound - Villanelle: The Psychological Hour

　　I had over prepared the event,

　　that much was ominous.

　　With middle-ageing care

　　I had laid out just the right books.

　　I had almost turned down the pages.

　　Beauty is so rare a thing.

　　So few drink of my fountain.

　　So much barren regret,

　　So many hours wasted!

　　And now I watch, from the window,

　　the rain, the wandering busses.

　　"Their little cosmos is shaken" -

　　the air is alive with that fact.

　　In their parts of the city

　　they are played on by diverse forces.

　　How do I know?

　　Oh, I know well enough.

　　For them there is something afoot.

　　As for me;

　　I had over-prepared the event -

　　Beauty is so rare a thing.

　　So few drink of my fountain.

　　Two friends: a breath of the forest. . .

　　Friends? Are people less friends

　　because one has just, at last, found them?

　　Twice they promised to come.

　　"Between the night and the morning?"

　　Beauty would drink of my mind.

　　Youth would awhile forget

　　my youth is gone from me.

　　Speak up! You have danced so stiffly?

　　Someone admired your works,

　　And said so frankly.

　　"Did you talk like a fool,

　　The first night?

　　The second evening?"

　　"But they promised again:

　　To-morrow at tea-time."

　　Now the third day is here -

　　no word from either;

　　No word from her nor him,

　　Only another man's note:

　　"Dear Pound, I am leaving England."