關於英語詩歌朗誦大全

　　朗誦與朗讀最本質的區別是目的不同,朗讀的目的是學習,因此朗讀的過程中的確不能改動一字,而朗誦的目的在於表演,允許對文字進行修改。下面是小編帶來的關於英語朗誦詩歌，歡迎閱讀!

　　關於英語朗誦詩歌篇一

　　Now I Understand

　　by Linda Gregg

　　Something was pouring out. Filling the field

　　and making it vacant. A wind blowing them

　　sideways as they moved forward. The crying

　　as before. Suddenly I understood why they left

　　the empty bowls on the table， in the empty hut

　　overlooking the sea. And knew the meaning

　　of the heron breaking branches， spreading

　　his wings in order to rise up out of the dark

　　woods into the night sky. I understood about

　　the lovers and the river in January.

　　Heard the crying out as a battlement，

　　of greatness， and then the dying began.

　　The height of passion. Saw the breaking

　　of the moon and the shattering of the sun.

　　Believed in the miracle because of the half heard

　　and the other half seen. How they ranged

　　and how they fed. Let loose their cries.

　　One could call it the agony in the garden，

　　or the paradise， depending on whether

　　the joy was at the beginning， or after.

　　關於英語朗誦詩歌篇二

　　My Lifes Calling

　　by Deborah Digges

　　My life's calling， setting fires.

　　Here in a hearth so huge

　　I can stand inside and shove

　　the wood around with my

　　bare hands while church bells

　　deal the hours down through

　　the chimney. No more

　　woodcutter， creel for the fire

　　or architect， the five staves

　　pitched like rifles over stone.

　　But to be mistro-elemental.

　　The flute of clay playing

　　my breath that riles the flames，

　　the fire risen to such dreaming

　　sung once from landlords' attics.

　　Sung once the broken lyres，

　　seasoned and green.

　　Even the few things I might save，

　　my mother's letters，

　　locks of my children's hair

　　here handed over like the keys

　　to a foreclosure， my robes

　　remanded， and furniture

　　dragged out into the yard，

　　my bedsheets hoisted up the pine，

　　whereby the house sets sail.

　　And I am standing on a cliff

　　above the sea， a paper light，

　　a lantern. No longer mine

　　to count the wrecks.

　　Who rode the ships in ringing，

　　marrying rock the waters

　　storm to break the door，

　　looked through the fire， beheld

　　a clearing there. This is what

　　you are. What you've come to.

　　關於英語朗誦詩歌篇三

　　La Belle Dame Sans Merci

　　by John Keats

　　Ah， what can ail thee， wretched wight，

　　Alone and palely loitering;

　　The sedge is withered from the lake，

　　And no birds sing.

　　Ah， what can ail thee， wretched wight，

　　So haggard and so woe-begone?

　　The squirrel's granary is full，

　　And the harvest's done.

　　I see a lilly on thy brow，

　　With anguish moist and fever dew;

　　And on thy cheek a fading rose

　　Fast withereth too.

　　I met a lady in the meads

　　Full beautiful， a faery's child;

　　Her hair was long， her foot was light，

　　And her eyes were wild.

　　I set her on my pacing steed，

　　And nothing else saw all day long;

　　For sideways would she lean， and sing

　　A faery's song.

　　I made a garland for her head，

　　And bracelets too， and fragrant zone;

　　She looked at me as she did love，

　　And made sweet moan.

　　She found me roots of relish sweet，

　　And honey wild， and manna dew;

　　And sure in language strange she said，

　　I love thee true.

　　She took me to her elfin grot，

　　And there she gazed and sighed deep，

　　And there I shut her wild sad eyes——

　　So kissed to sleep.

　　And there we slumbered on the moss，

　　And there I dreamed， ah woe betide，

　　The latest dream I ever dreamed

　　On the cold hill side.

　　I saw pale kings， and princes too，

　　Pale warriors， death-pale were they all;

　　Who cried——"La belle Dame sans merci

　　Hath thee in thrall!"

　　I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide，

　　And I awoke， and found me here

　　On the cold hill side.

　　And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering，

　　Though the sedge is withered from the lake，And no birds sing.

　　關於英語朗誦詩歌篇四

　　My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun

　　by William Shakespeare

　　My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

　　Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

　　If snow be white， why then her breasts are dun;

　　If hairs be wires， black wires grow on her head.

　　I have seen roses damasked， red and white，

　　But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

　　And in some perfumes is there more delight

　　Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

　　I love to hear her speak， yet well I know

　　That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

　　I grant I never saw a goddess go;

　　My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.

　　And yet， by heaven， I think my love as rare

　　As any she belied with false compare.