經典英文詩歌欣賞集錦

　　英語詩歌是高雅的語言藝術之一,大多是對真、善、美的謳歌,對人類精神文明的禮讚,是光華燦爛的明珠、美妙絕倫的樂曲;是形美、聲美、意美的和諧統一。下面是小編帶來的經典英文詩歌欣賞，歡迎閱讀!

　　經典英文詩歌欣賞篇一

　　A Red, Red Rose

　　Robert Burns***1759–1796***

　　O my luve is like a red, red rose,

　　That's newly sprung in June;

　　O my luve is like the melodie

　　That's sweetly played in tune.

　　As fair thou art, my bonie lass,

　　So deep in luve am I;

　　And I will luve thee still, my dear,

　　Till a' the seas gang dry.

　　Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,

　　And the rocks melt wi' the sun;

　　And I will luve thee still , my dear,

　　While the sands o' life shall run.

　　And fare thee weel, my only luve,

　　And fare thee weel a while;

　　And I will come again, my luve,

　　Tho'it wre ten thousand mile!

　　一朵紅紅的玫瑰

　　羅伯特.彭斯

　　啊!我愛人象紅紅的玫瑰，

　　在六月裡苞放;

　　啊，我愛人象一支樂曲，

　　樂聲美妙、悠揚。

　　你那麼美，漂亮的姑娘，

　　我愛你那麼深切;

　　我會永遠愛你，親愛的，

　　一直到四海涸竭。

　　直到四海涸竭，親愛的，

　　直到太陽把岩石消熔!

　　我會永遠愛你，親愛的，

　　只要生命無窮。

　　再見吧，我唯一的愛人，

　　再見以，小別片刻!

　　我會回來的，我的愛人，

　　即使萬里相隔!

　　經典英文詩歌欣賞篇二

　　Poem

　　William Carlos Williams ***1883-1963***

　　As the cat

　　climbed over

　　the top of

　　the jamcloset

　　first the right

　　forefoot

　　carefully

　　then the hind

　　stepped down

　　into the pit of

　　the empty

　　flowerpot

　　經典英文詩歌欣賞篇三

　　Cut Grass

　　Philip Larkin ***1922-1985***

　　Cut grass lies frail:

　　Brief is the breath

　　Mown stalks exhale.

　　Long, long the death

　　It dies in the white hours

　　Of young-leafed June

　　With chestnut flowers,

　　With hedges snowlike strewn,

　　White lilac bowed,

　　Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace,

　　And that high-builded cloud

　　Moving at summer's pace.

　　經典英文詩歌欣賞篇四

　　Love Songs in Age

　　Philip Larkin ***1922-1985***

　　She kept her songs, they took so little space,

　　The covers pleased her:

　　One bleached from lying in a sunny place,

　　One marked in circles by a vase of water,

　　One mended, when a tidy fit had seized her,

　　And coloured, by her daughter -

　　So they had waited, till in widowhood

　　She found them, looking for something else, and stood

　　Relearning how each frank submissive chord

　　Had ushered in

　　Word after sprawling hyphenated word,

　　And the unfailing sense of being young

　　Spread out like a spring-woken tree, wherein

　　That hidden freshness, sung,

　　That certainty of time laid up in store

　　As when she played them first. But, even more,

　　The glare of that much-mentioned brilliance, love,

　　Broke out, to show

　　Its bright incipience sailing above,

　　Still promising to solve, and satisfy,

　　And set unchangeably in order. So

　　To pile them back, to cry,

　　Was hard, without lamely admitting how

　　It had not done so then, and could not now.