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　　英語詩歌有利於激發學生的學習動機,培養學生的學習興趣,改善英語學習效果。下面是小編帶來的，歡迎閱讀!

　　篇一

　　My Friends

　　by W. S. Merwin

　　My friends without shields walk on the target

　　It is late the windows are breaking

　　My friends without shoes leave

　　What they love

　　Grief moves among them as a fire among

　　Its bells

　　My friends without clocks turn

　　On the dial they turn

　　They part

　　My friends with names like gloves set out

　　Bare handed as they have lived

　　And nobody knows them

　　It is they that lay the wreaths at the milestones it is their

　　Cups that are found at the wells

　　And are then chained up

　　My friends without feet sit by the wall

　　Nodding to the lame orchestra

　　Brotherhood it says on the decorations

　　My friend without eyes sits in the rain smiling

　　With a nest of salt in his hand

　　My friends without fathers or houses hear

　　Doors opening in the darkness

　　Whose halls announce

　　Behold the smoke has come home

　　My friends and I have in common

　　The present a wax bell in a wax belfry

　　This message telling of

　　Metals this

　　Hunger for the sake of hunger this owl in the heart

　　And these hands one

　　For asking one for applause

　　My friends with nothing leave it behind

　　In a box

　　My friends without keys go out from the jails it is night

　　They take the same road they miss

　　Each other they invent the same banner in the dark

　　They ask their way only of sentries too proud to breathe

　　At dawn the stars on their flag will vanish

　　The water will turn up their footprints and the day will rise

　　Like a monument to my

　　Friends the forgotten

　　篇二

　　My Heart Leaps Up

　　by William Wordsworth

　　My heart leaps up when I behold

　　A rainbow in the sky：

　　So was it when my life began;

　　So is it now I am a man;

　　So be it when I shall grow old，

　　Or let me die!

　　The Child is father of the Man;

　　And I could wish my days to be

　　Bound each to each by natural piety.

　　篇三

　　Nothing Ventured

　　by Kay Ryan

　　Nothing exists as a block

　　and cannot be parceled up.

　　So if nothing's ventured

　　it's not just talk;

　　it's the big wager.

　　Don't you wonder

　　how people think

　　the banks of space

　　and time don't matter?

　　How they'll drain

　　the big tanks down to

　　slime and salamanders

　　and want thanks?

　　篇四

　　My Letters! all dead paper

　　by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

　　My letters! all dead paper， mute and white!

　　And yet they seem alive and quivering

　　Against my tremulous hands which loose the string

　　And let them drop down on my knee tonight.

　　This said-he wished to have me in his sight

　　Once， as a friend： this fixed a day in spring

　　To come and touch my hand. . . a simple thing，

　　Yes I wept for it-this . . . the paper's light. . .

　　Said， Dear， I love thee; and I sank and quailed

　　As if God's future thundered on my past.

　　This said， I am thine-and so its ink has paled

　　With lying at my heart that beat too fast.

　　And this . . . 0 Love， thy words have ill availed

　　If， what this said， I dared repeat at last!