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英语诗歌欣赏-Where Go The Boats

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篇1：英语诗歌欣赏

英语诗歌欣赏

(1)

What does little birdie say，小鸟说些什么呢?

In her nest at peep of day? 在这黎明初晓的小巢中?

Let me fly， says little birdie，小鸟说，让我飞，

Mother， let me fly away，妈妈，让我飞走吧。

Birdie， rest a little longer，宝贝，稍留久一会儿，

Till the little wings are stronger.等到那对小翅膀再长硬些儿。

So she rests a little longer，因此它又多留了一会儿，

Then she flies away.然而它还是飞走了。

(2)

What does little baby say，婴儿说些什么，

In her bed at peep of day? 在破晓时分的.床上?

Baby says， like little birdie，婴儿像小鸟那样说，

Let me rise and fly away.让我起来飞走吧。

Baby， sleep a little longer，乖乖，稍微多睡一会儿，

Till the little limbs are stronger.等你的四肢再长硬点儿。

If she sleeps a little longer，如果她再多睡一会儿，

Baby too shall fly away.婴儿必然也会像鸟儿一样地飞走。

by Alfred Tennyson， 1809-1892

篇2：欣赏英语诗歌

欣赏英语诗歌

My Mistress’ Eyes Are Nothing like the Sun

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,be in pink

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．

我的爱人没有阳光一般明亮的眼睛

威廉·莎士比亚

我的爱人没有阳光一般明亮的眼睛,

也远远没有赛过珊瑚的红唇；

她的胸脯比白雪幽暗,

如麻的黑发长在她的头顶。

我见过红、白各色的玫瑰,

可玫瑰的颜色在她面颊上全无踪影；

如果说香水气味芬芳,

可她的'呼吸中香味难寻。

我爱听她开口讲话,

虽远不如音乐悦耳动听：

我的爱人走路是常人的步态,

我承认从未见过仙女的身形。

然而,天啊,我的爱人弥足珍贵,

尽管难与那些美妙的比喻相提并论。

篇3：优选英语诗歌欣赏

优选英语诗歌欣赏

Crossing the Bar

By Alfred Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When That which drew form out the boundless deep

Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,

When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crost the bar.

渡沙渚

阿尔费雷德丁尼生

夕阳下，闪疏星，

召唤一声清朗！

愿沙渚宁静，

我将出海远航；

潮汐如梦幻，

涛声似止，浪花息；

大海深处涌来，

又悄然退却。

暮霭钟鸣，

黑夜将笼罩！

愿诀别无悲声，

登舟起锚；

千古洪流，时空无限，

滔滔载我至远方；

渡沙渚一线，

泰然见领航。

篇4：英语诗歌欣赏

Against Love

Hence Cupid! with your cheating toys,

Your real griefs, and painted joys,

Your pleasure which itself destroys.

Lovers like men in fevers burn and rave,

And only what will injre them do crave1.

Men's weakness makes love so severe,

They give him power by their fear,

And make the shackles2 which they wear.

Who to another does his heart submit,

Makes his own idol,and then worships it.

Him whose heart is all his own,

Peace and liberty does crown,

He apprehends3 no killing4 frown.

He feels no raptures5 which are joys diseased,

And is not much transported,but still pleased.

篇5：英语诗歌欣赏

1. No person deserves1 your tears2, and who deserves won't make you cry.

没有人值得你流泪，值得你流泪的人是不会让你哭的。

2. I love you not for whom you are, but who I am when I'm by your side.

我爱你并不是因为你是谁，而是因为我在你身边的时候我是谁。

3. Just because someone doesn't love you as you wish, it doesn't mean you are not loved with all his/her being3.

只因为某人不如你所愿爱你，并不意味着你不被别人所爱。

4. A true friend is the one who holds your hand and touch your heart.

一个真正的朋友会握着你的手，触动你的心。

5. The worst way to miss someone is to be seated by his/her side and know you will never have him/her.

错过一个人最可怕的方式就是：坐在他/她的身旁，你却知道永远都不会拥有他/她。

6. Never stop smiling, not even when you are sad, someong may fall in love with your smile.

永远都不要停止微笑，即使在你难过的时候，有人也许会因为你的微笑而爱上你。

7. You may only be a person in this world, but for someone, you're the world.

你可能只是这个世界上的一个人，但对于某人来说，你就是全世界。

8. Don't spend time with someone who doesn't care spending it with you.

不要把时间花在一个不在乎和你一起分享的人身上。

9. Maybe God4 wants you to meet many wrong people before the right one, so when this happenes, you will be thankful5.

也许上帝让你在遇见那个合适的人之前遇上许多不合适的人，所以，当这一切发生的时候，你应该心存感激。

10.Don't cry because it came to an end. Smile because it happened.

不要因为它的结束而哭，应当为它的发生而笑。

11. There will always be people who will hurt you, so you need to continue trusting, just be careful.

生活中总会有伤害你的人，所以你仍然需要继续相信别人，只是小心些而已。

12. Become a better person and be sure to know who you are before meet someone new and hoping that person knows who you are.

做一个更好的人，确信在遇见一个新的人之前知道自己是谁，也希望那个人知道你是谁。

13. Don't struggle6 too much, best things happen when not expected.

不要做太多的抗争，最好的东西总是发生在出乎意料的时候。

篇6：英语诗歌欣赏

Trees

J.Kilmer

I think that I shall J.Kilmernever see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins1 in her hair;

Upon whose bosom2 snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with the rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

树

我想我从未见过一首

美如玉树的诗章。

一棵张着饥饿嘴巴的树，

紧压在大地甘美而流畅的乳房上；

一棵整天望着神的树，

举起枝叶繁茂的手臂来祈祷；

一棵树在夏日里可能

戴着一窝知更鸟在头发上；

雪花堆积在她的怀抱里；

雨水也和她亲切地生活在一起。

像我这样愚笨的人可以做诗，

但唯有神方能造树。

篇7：英语诗歌欣赏

诗歌欣赏：Batuschka

From yonder gilded minaret

Beside the steel－blue Neva set，

I faintly catch， from time to time，

The sweet， aerial midnight chime——

“God save the Tsar！”

Above the ravelins and the moats

Of the white citadel it floats；

And men in dungeons far beneath

Listen， and pray， and gnash their teeth——

“God save the Tsar！”

The soft reiterations sweep

Across the horror of their sleep，

a term of endearment applied

to the Tsar in Russian folk－song．

As if some daemon in his glee

Were mocking at their misery——

“God save the Tsar！”

In his Red Palace over there，

Wakeful， he needs must hear the prayer．

How can it drown the broken cries

Wrung from his children's agonies?——

“God save the Tsar！”

Father they called him from of old——

Batuschka！．．． How his heart is cold！

Wait till a million scourged men

Rise in their awful might， and then——

God save the Tsar！

篇8：英语诗歌欣赏

Camma

（To Ellen Terry）

As one who poring on a Grecian urn

Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made，

God with slim goddess， goodly man with maid，

And for their beauty's sake is loth to turn

And face the obvious day， must I not yearn

For many a secret moon of indolent bliss，

When in midmost shrine of Artemis

I see thee standing， antique－limbed， and stern?

And yet － methinks I'd rather see thee play

That serpent of old Nile， whose witchery

Made Emperors drunken，－ come， great Egypt， shake

Our stage with all thy mimic pageants！ Nay，

I am grown sick of unreal passions， make

The world thine Actium， me thine Anthony！

诗歌欣赏：A Prayer for My Son

Bid a strong ghost stand at the head

That my Michael may sleep sound，

Nor cry， nor turn in the bed

Till his morning meal come round；

And may departing twilight keep

All dread afar till morning‘s back，

That his mother may not lack

Her fill of sleep．

Bid the ghost have sword in fist：

Some there are， for I avow

Such devilish things exist，

Who have planned his murder， for they know

Of some most haughty deed or thought

That waits upon his future days，

And would through hatred of the bays

Bring that to nought．

Though You can fashion everything

From nothing every day， and teach

The morning stars to sing，

You have lacked articulate speech

To tell Your simplest want， and known，

Wailing upon a woman‘s knee，

All of that worst ignominy

Of flesh and bone；

And when through all the town there ran

The servants of Your enemy，

A woman and a man，

Unless the Holy Writings lie，

Hurried through the smooth and rough

And through the fertile and waste，

Protecting， till the danger past，

With human love．

A Path Between Houses

Where is the dwelling place of light?

And where is the house of darkness?

Go about； walk the limits of the land．

Do you know a path between them?

The enigma of August．

Season of dust and teenage arson．

The nightly whine of pickup trucks

bouncing through the sumac

beneath the Co－Operative power lines，

country & western booming from woofers

carved into the doors． A trace of smoke

when the wins shifts，

spun gravel rattling the fenders of cars，

the groan of clutch and transaxle，

pickup trucks， arriving at a friction point，

gunning from nowhere to nowhere．

The duets begin． A compact disc，

a single line of muted trumpet，

plays against the sirens

pursuing the smoke of grass fires．

I love a painter． On a new canvas，

she paints the neighbor's field．

She paints it without trees，

and paints the field beyond the field，

the field that has no trees，

and the upturned Jesus boat，

made into a planter，

“For God so loved the world．．．”

a citation from John， chapter and verse，

splattered across the bow

the boat spills roses into the weeds．

What does the stray dog know，

after a taste of what is holy?

The sun pulls her shadow toward me，

an undulant shape that shelters the grass，

an unaimed thing．

In the gray house， the tiny house，

in '52 there was a fire． The old woman，

drunk and smoking cigarettes， fell asleep．

The winter of the blizzard and her son

Not coming home from the Yalu．

There are times I still smell smoke．

There are days I know she set the fire

and why．

Last night， lightning to the south．

Here， nothing， though along the river

the wind upends a willow，

a gorgon of leaves and bottom－up clod

browning in the afternoon sun．

In the museum we dispute

the poet's epiphany call——

white light or more warmth?

And what is the Greek word for the flesh，

and the body apart from the spirit，

meaning even the body opposed to the spirit?

I do not know this word．

Dante claims there are pools of fire

in the middle regions of hell，

but the lowest circles are lakes of ice，

offering the hope our greatest sins

aren't the passions but indifference．

And the willow grew for years

With no real hold upon the ground．

How the accident occurred

and how the sky got dark：

Six miles from my house，

a drunk leaves the Holiday Inn

spins on 104 and smacks a utility pole．

The power line sparks

across the hood of his Ford

and illuminates the crazed spider web

of the windshield． His bloody tongue burns

with a slurry gospel． Around me，

the lights go down，

the way death is described

as armor crashing to the ground，

the soul having already departed

for another place． Was it his body I heard

leaning against the horn，

the body's final song， before the body

slumped sideways in the seat?

When I was a child，

I would wake at night

and imagine a field of asteroids， rolling

across the walls of my room．

In fact， I've seen them，

like the last herd of buffalo，

grazing against the background of fixed stars．

Plate 420 shows the asteroid 433 Eros，

the bright point of light， as it closes its approach

to light． I loose myself in Cygnus，

ancient kamikaze swan，

rising or diving to earth，

Draco， snarling at the polestar，

and Pegasus， stone horse of the gods，

ecstatic， looking one last time at home．

August and the enigma it is．

Days when I move in crabbed circles，

nights when I walk with Jesus through the fields．

What finally stands between us

and the world of flying things?

Mobbed by jays， the Cooper's hawk

drops the dead bird． It tumbles

beneath the cedar tree，

tiny acrobat of death，

a dead bird released

in a failed act of atonement．

A nest of wasps buzzing beneath the shingles，

flickers drilling the cottonwood，

jays， sparrows， the insistent wrens，

the language of birds， heads cocked，

staring the moon－eyed through the air．

Sedge， asters， and fleabane，

red tins of gasoline and glowing cigarettes，

the midnight voice of a fourteen－year－old girl

wailing the word “blue” from the pickup's open doors，

illuminated by the dome light，

the sulphurous rasp of another struck match，

and foxglove， goldenrod and chicory，

the dry flowers of late summer，

an exhaustion I no longer look at．

Time passes． The authorities

gather the wreckage， the whirr

of cicadas， and light dissembles the sky．

A wind shift， and the Cedar Creek fire

snaps the backfire line

and roars through the cemetery．

In the morning，

I walk a path between houses．

I cross to the water

and circle again， the redwings

forcing me back from the marsh．

Smoke rises from a fire

still smoldering along the power lines，

flaring and exhausting itself

in the shape of something lost．

Grass fires， fires through the scrub

of the clear－cut， fires in the pulpwood，

cemetery fires，

the powder of ash still untracked

beneath the enormous trees，

fires that explode the seed cones

on the pines， the smoke of set fires

and every good intention gone wrong，

scorching the monuments

above the graves of the dead．

诗歌欣赏：Bamboo Adobe

I sit along in the dark bamboo grove，

Playing the zither and whistling long．

In this deep wood no one would know

Only the bright moon comes to shine．

诗歌欣赏：Byzantium

The unpurged images of day recede；

The Emperor‘s drunken soldiery are abed；

Night resonance recedes， night－walkers‘ song

After great cathedral gong；

A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains

All that man is，

All mere complexities，

The fury and the mire of human veins．

Before me floats an image， man or shade，

Shade more than man， more image than a shade；

For Hades‘ bobbin bound in mummy－cloth

May unwind the winding path；

A mouth that has no moisture and no breath

Breathless mouths may summon；

I hail the superhuman；

I call it death－in－life and life－in－death．

Miracle， bird or golden handiwork，

More miracle than bird or handiwork，

Planted on the star－lit golden bough，

Can like the cocks of Hades crow，

Or， by the moon embittered， scorn aloud

In glory of changeless metal

Common bird or petal

And all complexities of mire or blood．

At midnight on the Emperor‘s pavement flit

Flames that no faggot feeds， nor steel has lit，

Nor storm disturbs， flames begotten of flame，

Where blood－begotten spirits come

And all complexities of fury leave，

Dying into a dance，

An agony of trance，

An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve．

Astraddle on the dolphin‘s mire and blood，

Spirit after spirit！ The smithies break the flood，

The golden smithies of the Emperor！

Marbles of the dancing floor

Break bitter furies of complexity，

Those images that yet

Fresh images beget，

That dolphin－torn， that gong－tormented sea．

篇9：英语诗歌欣赏

英语诗歌精选欣赏

Day That I Have Loved

Tenderly， day that I have loved， I close your eyes，

And smooth your quiet brow， and fold your thin dead hands.

The grey veils of the half-light deepen； colour dies.

I bear you， a light burden， to the shrouded sands，

Where lies your waiting boat， by wreaths of the sea's making

Mist- garlanded， with all grey weeds of the water crowned.

There you'll be laid， past fear of sleep or hope of waking；

And over the unmoving sea， without a sound，

Faint hands will row you outward， out beyond our sight，

Us with stretched arms and empty eyes on the far-gleaming

And marble sand. . . .

Beyond the shifting cold twilight，

Further than laughter goes， or tears， further than dreaming，

There'll be no port， no dawn-lit islands！ But the drear

Waste darkening， and， at length， flame ultimate on the deep.

Oh， the last fire —— and you， unkissed， unfriended there！

Oh， the lone way's red ending， and we not there to weep！

（We found you pale and quiet， and strangely crowned with flowers，

Lovely and secret as a child. You came with us，

Came happily， hand in hand with the young dancing hours，

High on the downs at dawn！） Void now and tenebrous，

The grey sands curve before me. . . .

From the inland meadows，

Fragrant of June and clover， floats the dark， and fills

The hollow sea's dead face with little creeping shadows，

And the white silence brims the hollow of the hills.

Close in the nest is folded every weary wing，

Hushed all the joyful voices； and we， who held you dear，

Eastward we turn and homeward， alone， remembering . . .

Day that I loved， day that I loved， the Night is here！

篇10：英语诗歌经典欣赏

英语诗歌经典欣赏

经典英语诗歌一

Translation of the Famous Greek War Song

希腊战歌

Sons of the Greeks, arise!

起来，希腊的儿男!

The glorious hour's gone forth,

光荣时刻已到来，

And, worthy of such ties,

要效法我们祖先，

Display who gave us birth.

不枉作英豪后代!

Sons of Greeks! let us go

起来，希腊的儿男!

In arms against the foe,

挥戈向敌人迎战，

Till their hated blood shall flow

让他们腥臭的血川

In a river past our feet.

像河水在脚下奔窜!

Then manfully despising

让我们傲然抗拒

The Turkish tyrant's yoke,

土耳其暴君的强权，

Let your country see you rising,

让祖国眼见她儿女

And all her chains are broke.

站起来，砸碎锁链!

Brave shades of chiefs and sages,

先王和先哲的英灵

Behold the coming strife!

来检阅这场决战!

Hellenes of past ages,

希腊的列祖列宗

Oh, start again to life!

听到号角的呼唤，

At the sound of my trumpet, breaking

快从坟墓中苏生，

Your sleep, oh, join with me!

参加我们的战斗!

And the seven-hill'd city seeking,

要攻克七山之城，

Fight, conquer, till we're free.

夺回我们的自由!

Sons of Greeks! let us go

起来，希腊的儿男!

In arms against the foe,

挥戈向敌人迎战，

Till their hated blood shall flow

让他们腥臭的血川

In a river past our feet.

像河水在脚下奔窜!

Sparta, Sparta, why in slumbers

醒来吧，斯巴达!今天

Lethargic dost thou lie?

你怎能高卧不起?

Awake, and join thy numbers

同你的老伙伴雅典

With Athens, old ally!

快联合起来抗敌!

Leonidas recalling,

历代讴歌的主君

That chief of ancient song,

列奥尼达斯唤回，

Who saved ye once from falling,

他曾拯救过你们，

The terrible! the strong!

何等刚强而可畏!

Who made that bold diversion

扼守在温泉险关，

In old Thermopylae,

他英勇牵制敌寇，

And warring with the Persian

同波斯军队鏖战，

To keep his country free;

让祖国得保自由;

With his three hundred waging

他率领三百勇士，

The battle, long he stood,

战斗中始终挺立，

And like a lion raging,

像威猛暴怒的雄狮，

Expired in seas of blood.

在滔滔血海中沉溺。

Sons of Greeks! let us go

起来，希腊的儿男!

In arms against the foe,

挥戈向敌人迎战，

Till their hated blood shall flow

让他们腥臭的血川

In a river past our feet.

像河水在脚下奔窜!

经典英语诗歌二

If Sometimes in the Haunts of Men

倘若偶尔在繁嚣人境

If sometimes in the haunts of men

倘若偶尔在繁嚣人境，

Thine image from my breast may fade,

你音容暂从我心头隐退，

The lonely hour presents again

不久，你温柔娴静的幽影

The semblance of thy gentle shade:

又在我孤寂的时刻重回;

And now that sad and silent hour

如今，那黯然无语的时刻

Thus much of thee can still restore,

还能唤回你前尘历历，

And sorrow unobserved may pour

无人察见的哀思会诉说

The plaint she dare not speak before.

以前未敢倾吐的悲戚。

Oh, pardon that in crowds awhile

恕我有时也不免虚耗

I waste one thought I owe to thee,

那本应专注于你的心意，

And self-condemn'd, appear to smile,

我责怪自己强颜欢笑，

Unfaithful to thy memory!

未能尽忠于对你的思忆。

Nor deem that memory less dear,

似乎我不曾哀恸，那决非

That then I seem not to repine;

对往事旧情不知珍惜;

I would not fools should overhear

我不愿愚夫们听到我伤悲：

One sigh that should be wholly thine.

向你，只向你吞声饮泣!

If not the goblet pass unquaff'd,

传杯把盏，我并不拒绝，

It is not drain'd to banish care;

却不是以此排遣忧伤;

The cup must hold a deadlier draught,

杯中的毒素要更加酷烈，

That brings a Lethe for despair.

才能忘却心中的绝望。

And could Oblivion set my soul

“遗忘”或能把我的灵魂

From all her troubled visions free,

从种种骚乱烦扰中解脱;

I'd dash to earth the sweetest bowl

它若敢淹没对你的思忖，

That drown'd a single thought of thee.

我就要把那金杯摔破!

For wert thou vanish'd from my mind,

倘若你从我心头消失，

Where could my vacant bosom turn?

这空白心灵又转向何处?

And who would then remain behind

那时有谁留下来坚持

To honour thine abandon'd Urn?

祭扫你被人离弃的'坟墓?

No, no—it is my sorrow's pride

我悲怆的心情以此自豪——

That last dear duty to fulfil;

履行这最终的高贵职责;

Though all the world forget beside,

哪怕全世界都把你忘掉，

'Tis meet that I remember still.

只要有我在，我终久记得!

For well I know, that such had been

因为我深知，在悠悠往昔，

Thy gentle care for him, who now

你对他何等亲切温存;

Unmourn'd shall quit this mortal scene,

今后他死去再无人悼惜，

Where none regarded him, but thou:

眷念过他的只有你一人;

And, oh! I feel in that was given

我从你那儿蒙受的恩幸

A blessing never meant for me;

决不是理应归我所有;

Thou wert too like a dream of Heaven.

你宛如一场天国绮梦，

For earthly Love to merit thee.

尘世爱情不配去攀求。

经典英语诗歌三

Away, Away去吧,去吧

Away, away, ye notes of woe!

去吧，去吧，悲凉的曲调!

Be silent, thou once soothing strain,

沉默吧，一度甘美的乐音!

Or I must flee from hence—for, oh!

否则，我只得掩耳奔逃，

I dare not trust those sounds again.

这样的乐曲我不忍重听。

To me they speak of brighter days—

它们追述欢愉的往昔——

But lull the chords, for now, alas!

此刻，快停止拨弄琴弦!

I must not think, I may not gaze

我不愿正视，也不堪回忆

On what I am—on what I was.

我的今日，和我的当年。

The voice that made those sounds more sweet

你嗓音已哑，使这些乐曲。

Is hush'd, and all their charms are fled;

原先的魅力都逃逸无踪;

And now their softest notes repeat

如今，它们低回的旋律

A dirge, an anthem o'er the dead!

不过是挽歌哀乐的复诵。

Yes, Thyrza! yes, they breathe of thee

是的，它们在唱你，赛沙!

Beloved dust! since dust thou art;

唱你——被人挚爱的尘土;

And all that once was harmony

那曲调原先是雍融和洽，

Is worse than discord to my heart!

如今比不上嘈杂的喧呼!

'Tis silent all!—but on my ear

全都静默了!可是我耳边

The well remember'd echoes thrill;

记忆犹新的回声在颤栗;

I hear a voice I would not hear,

听见的声音，我不愿听见，

A voice that now might well be still:

这样的声音早就该沉寂。

Yet oft my doubting soul 'twill shake;

它还在摇撼我迷惘的心灵，

Even slumber owns its gentle tone,

那柔婉乐音潜入我梦寐，

Till consciousness will vainly wake

“意识”枉然醒过来谛听，

To listen, though the dream be flown.

那梦境早已飞去不回。

Sweet Thyrza! waking as in sleep,

赛沙呵!醒来也如在梦中，

Thou art but now a lovely dream;

你化为一场神奇的梦幻;

A star that trembled o'er the deep,

仿佛海上闪烁的孤星，

Then turned from earth its tender beam.

清光已不再俯照人寰。

But he who through life's dreary way

当苍天震怒，大地阴晦，

Must pass, when heaven is veil'd in wrath,

有人在人生的征途跋涉，

Will long lament the vanish'd ray

他久久悼惜那隐没的明辉——

That scatter'd gladness o'er his path.

它在这征途上投洒过欢乐。

篇11：如何欣赏英语诗歌呢

如何欣赏英语诗歌呢

英文诗歌是各种英语文体中最富有激情和感情色彩的一种文体。诗歌往往用高度凝练的语言来表达诗人的喜怒哀乐以及诗人对生活和客观世界的理解和感悟。当我们在欣赏一首诗时，可以通过文字捕捉到诗人的内心情感。一首优秀的诗可以以其特有的方式影响人们的精神世界。

一、诗歌的篇幅一般短小精悍，语言精练，感情强烈；在格式上，英语诗歌同汉语诗歌一样讲究押韵。

诗的押韵是指通过重复元音或辅音以达到一定的音韵效果。一首诗的押韵具有带规律性的一致性，尤其是在诗句的.末尾，称尾韵。下面我们来看Thomas Nashe的一首诗：

Spring

Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king;

Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,

Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay,

Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,

And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,

Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,

In every street theses tunes our ears do greet,

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

Spring! the sweet Spring!

这首诗押韵整齐，读起来很有节奏感，表现了春天里万物复苏、生机盎然、一派欢乐祥和的生动景象。

二、现代诗歌可以押韵，也可以不押韵，但需注意两点：

1. 要有节奏感。没有节奏感的诗歌不能算诗，最多是分行的散文。

2. 要把握句子结构的平衡，也就是诗句长短不要相差太远，否则读起来给人不平衡、不舒服之感。

下面我们欣赏一首现代诗：

The Significance of Failure

Failure doesn’t mean you are a failure,

It does mean you haven’t succeeded yet.

Failure doesn’t mean you have accomplished nothing,

It does mean you have learned something.

Failure doesn’t mean you have been a fool,

It does mean you had a lot of faith.

Failure doesn’t mean you’ve been disgraced,

It does mean you were willing to try.

Failure doesn’t mean you don’t have it,

It does mean you have to do something in a different way.

Failure doesn’t mean you are inferior,

It does mean you are not perfect.

Failure doesn’t mean you’ve wasted your life,

It does mean you have a reason to start afresh.

Failure doesn’t mean you should give up,

It does mean you must try harder.

Failure doesn’t mean you’ll never make it,

It does mean it will take a little longer.

Failure doesn’t mean God has abandoned you,

It does mean God has a better idea.

这首诗是Robert Harold Schuller的一篇励志佳作。这首诗虽然句尾不押韵，但是由于每句诗都以排比的形式重复使用Failure doesn’t mean ... It does mean ...，使得整首诗节奏感很强，读起来催人奋进，使读者受到感染。

[佳作赏析]

When You Are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

这首诗的作者是William Butler Yeats（威廉·巴特勒·叶芝）。叶芝是爱尔兰最伟大的诗人之一，对现代诗影响很大。这首诗是叶芝写给自己心爱之人的情诗。诗中的主人公“你”指的是爱尔兰革命家Maud Gonne，诗人遇见她并爱上她，曾多次向其求婚，均未成功，但诗人对她爱慕终生，于是就有了这篇经典之作。

全诗共三节，前两节均是对Maud Gonne的爱意倾诉。第一节中虽然多次用第二人称“你”，但实际上是描述作者自己心中的所思所想。第二节中诗人采用了对比的手法，讲述了对Maud Gonne的爱慕之情，突出自己永恒的爱。最后一节诗人描述了自己内心悲伤的感情。诗中sleep / deep, book / look, grace / face, bars / stars, fled / overhead这几组韵调使诗歌富于音韵感，有音律美，节奏感强，读起来琅琅上口。纵观全诗，没有华丽的辞藻，也找不到甜蜜的情话，有的只是平淡的文字背后寄予的永恒的爱意和深情，反而能让读者久久回味。