英文經典詩歌欣賞閱讀

　　詩歌是一種主情的文學體裁,它以抒情方式高度凝練集中地反映社會生活,用豐富的想象,富有節奏感韻律美的語言和分行排列的形式來抒發思想情感。它是世界上最古老最基本的文學形式,是語言藝術最高的表現形式。下面是小編為大家帶來，希望大家喜歡!

　　英文經典詩歌：Portrait d'Une Femme

　　Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,

　　London has swept about you this score years

　　And bright ships left you this or that in fee:

　　Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things,

　　Strange spars of knowledge and dimmed wares of price.

　　Great minds have sought you- lacking someone else.

　　You have been second always. Tragical?

　　No. You preferred it to the usual thing:

　　One dull man, dulling and uxorious,

　　One average mind- with one thought less, each year.

　　Oh, you are patient, I have seen you sit

　　Hours, where something might have floated up.

　　And now you pay one. Yes, you richly pay.

　　You are a person of some interest, one comes to you

　　And takes strange gain away:

　　Trophies fished up; some curious suggestion;

　　Fact that leads nowhere; and a tale for two,

　　Pregnant with mandrakes, or with something else

　　That might prove useful and yet never proves,

　　That never fits a corner or shows use,

　　Or finds its hour upon the loom of days:

　　The tarnished, gaudy, wonderful old work;

　　Idols and ambergris and rare inlays,

　　These are your riches, your great store; and yet

　　For all this sea-hoard of deciduous things,

　　Strange woods half sodden, and new brighter stuff:

　　In the slow float of differing light and deep,

　　No! there is nothing! In the whole and all,

　　Nothing that's quite your own.

　　Yet this is you.

　　英文經典詩歌賞析：Wind

　　He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea,

　　He steals the down from the honeybee,

　　He makes the forest trees rustle and sing,

　　He twirls my kite till it breaks its string.

　　Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,

　　Whistling, howling, rainy wind,

　　North, South, East and West,

　　Each is the wind I like the best.

　　He calls up the fog and hides the hills,

　　He whirls the wings of the great windmills,

　　The weathercocks love him and turn to discover

　　His whereabouts -- but he's gone, the rover!

　　Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,

　　Whistling, howling, rainy wind,

　　North, South, East and West,

　　Each is the wind I like the best.

　　The pine trees toss him their cones with glee,

　　The flowers bend low in courtesy,

　　Each wave flings up a shower of pearls,

　　The flag in front of the school unfurls.

　　Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,

　　Whistling, howling, rainy wind,

　　North, South, East and West,

　　Each is the wind I like the best.

　　英文經典詩歌賞析：The Painted Ceiling

　　My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house

　　With a great many windows and doors,

　　There are stairs that go up, and stairs that go down,

　　And such beautiful, slippery floors.

　　But of all of the rooms, even mother's and mine,

　　And the bookroom, and parlour and all,

　　I like the green dining-room so much the best

　　Because of its ceiling and wall.

　　Right over your head is a funny round hole

　　With apples and pears falling through;

　　There's a big bunch of grapes all purply and sweet,

　　And melons and pineapples too.

　　They tumble and tumble, but never come down

　　Though I've stood underneath a long while

　　With my mouth open wide, for I always have hoped

　　Just a cherry would drop from the pile.

　　No matter how early I run there to look

　　It has always begun to fall through;

　　And one night when at bedtime I crept in to see,

　　It was falling by candle-light too.

　　I am sure they are magical fruits, and each one

　　Makes you hear things, or see things, or go

　　Forever invisible; but it's no use,

　　And of course I shall just never know.

　　For the ladder's too heavy to lift, and the chairs

　　Are not nearly so tall as I need.

　　I've given up hope, and I feel I shall die

　　Without having accomplished the deed.

　　It's a little bit sad, when you seem very near

　　To adventures and things of that sort,

　　Which nearly begin, and then don't; and you know

　　It is only because you are short.