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　　英語詩歌同建築藝術一樣,也需要追求外在的視覺藝術和造型藝術,講究外部的象形、對稱、參差和魅力,所以詩歌語言也具有建築藝術美感。小編精心收集了關於英文版唐朝詩歌，供大家欣賞學習!

　　關於英文版唐朝詩歌篇1

　　石魚湖上醉歌並序

　　元結

　　漫叟以公田米釀酒，因休暇，則載酒於湖上， 時取一醉;歡醉中，據湖岸，引臂向魚取酒， 使舫載之，遍飲坐者。意疑倚巴丘，酌於君山 之上，諸子環洞庭而坐，酒舫泛泛然，觸波濤 而往來者，乃作歌以長之。

　　石魚湖， 似洞庭，

　　夏水欲滿君山青。

　　山為樽， 水為沼，

　　酒徒歷歷坐洲鳥。

　　長風連日作大浪， 不能廢人運酒舫。

　　我持長瓢坐巴丘， 酌飲四座以散愁。

　　a drinking song at stone-fish lake

　　yuan jie

　　i have used grain from the public fields, for distilling wine. after my office hours i have the wine loaded on a boat and then i seat my friends on the bank of the lake. the little wine-boats come to each of us and supply us with wine. we seem to be drinking on pa islet in lake dongting. and i write this poem.

　　stone-fish lake is like lake dongting --

　　when the top of zun is green and the summer tide is rising.

　　...with the mountain for a table, and the lake a fount of wine,

　　the tipplers all are settled along the sandy shore.

　　though a stiff wind for days has roughened the water,

　　wine-boats constantly arrive....

　　i have a long-necked gourd and, happy on ba island,

　　i am pouring a drink in every direction doing away with care.

　　關於英文版唐朝詩歌篇2

　　夜歸鹿門山歌

　　孟浩然

　　山寺鐘鳴晝已昏， 漁梁渡頭爭渡喧。

　　人隨沙路向江村， 餘亦乘舟歸鹿門。

　　鹿門月照開煙樹， 忽到龐公棲隱處。

　　巖扉鬆徑長寂寥， 惟有幽人自來去。

　　returning at night to lumen mountain

　　meng haoran

　　a bell in the mountain-temple sounds the coming of night.

　　i hear people at the fishing-town stumble aboard the ferry,

　　while others follow the sand-bank to their homes along the river.

　　...i also take a boat and am bound for lumen mountain --

　　and soon the lumen moonlight is piercing misty trees.

　　i have come, before i know it, upon an ancient hermitage,

　　the thatch door, the piney path, the solitude, the quiet,

　　where a hermit lives and moves, never needing a companion.

　　關於英文版唐朝詩歌篇3

　　白雪歌送武判官歸京

　　岑參

　　北風捲地白草折， 胡天八月即飛雪;

　　忽如一夜春風來， 千樹萬樹梨花開。

　　散入珠簾溼羅幕， 狐裘不暖錦衾薄。

　　將軍角弓不得控， 都護鐵衣冷猶著。

　　瀚海闌干百丈冰， 愁雲黲淡萬里凝。

　　中軍置酒飲歸客， 胡琴琵琶與羌笛。

　　紛紛暮雪下轅門， 風掣紅旗凍不翻。

　　輪臺東門送君去， 去時雪滿天山路;

　　山迴路轉不見君， 雪上空留馬行處。

　　a song of white snow in farewell to field-clerk wu going home

　　cen can

　　the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them;

　　and the eighth-month snow across the tartar sky

　　is like a spring gale, come up in the night,

　　blowing open the petals of ten thousand peartrees.

　　it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains;

　　a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy;

　　bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn

　　and the metal of armour congeals on the men;

　　the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice,

　　and darkness masses its endless clouds;

　　but we drink to our guest bound home from camp,

　　and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps;

　　till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents

　　and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind,

　　we watch him through wheel-tower gate going eastward.

　　into the snow-mounds of heaven-peak road....

　　and then he disappears at the turn of the pass,

　　leaving behind him only hoof-prints.