优美动人的英文诗歌三篇

1、优美动人的英文诗歌三篇【篇一】优美动人的英文诗歌Deaths Of FlowersE J Scovell (1907 - 1999)I would if I could chooseAge and die outwards as a tulip does;Not as this iris drawing in, in-coilingIts complex strange taut inflorescence, willingItself a bud again - though all achieved isNo more than a clenched sadness,The tears o

2、f gum not flowing.I would choose the tulips reckless way of going;Whose petals answer light, altering by fractionsFrom closed to wide, from one through many perfections,Till wrecked, flamboyant, strayed beyond recall,Like flakes of fire they piecemeal fall.【篇二】优美动人的英文诗歌The GardenAndrew Marvell (1621

3、 - 1678)How vainly men themselves amazeTo win the palm, the oak, or bays,And their uncessant labours seeCrowned from some single herb or tree,Whose short and narrow vergd shadeDoes prudently their toils upbraid,While all flowrs and all trees do closeTo weave the garlands of repose.Fair Quiet, have I

4、 found thee here,And Innocence, thy sister dear!Mistaken long, I sought you thenIn busy companies of men.Your sacred plants, if here below,Only among the plants will grow.Society is all but rude,To this delicious solitude.No white nor red was ever seenSo amrous as this lovely green.Fond lovers, crue

5、l as their flame,Cut in these trees their mistress name.Little, alas, they know, or heed,How far these beauties hers exceed!Fair trees! Whereseer your barks I wound,No name shall but your own be found.When we have run our passions heat,Love hither makes his best retreat.The gods, that mortal beauty

6、chase,Still in a tree did end their race.Apollo hunted Daphne so,Only that she might laurel grow.And Pan did after Syrinx speed,Not as a nymph, but for a reed.What wondrous life is this I lead!Ripe apples drop about my head;The luscious clusters of the vineUpon my mouth do crush their wine;The necta

7、rene, and curious peach,Into my hands themselves do reach;Stumbling on melons, as I pass,Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,Withdraws into its happiness：The mind, that ocean where each kindDoes straight its own resemblance find,Yet it creates, transcending

8、these,Far other worlds, and other seas,Annihilating all thats madeTo a green thought in a green shade.Here at the fountains sliding foot,Or at some fruit-trees mossy root,Casting the bodys vest aside,My soul into the boughs does glide：There like a bird it sits, and sings,Then whets, and combs its si

9、lver wings;And, till prepared for longer flight,Waves in its plumes the various light.Such was the happy garden-state,While man there walked without a mate：After a place so pure, and sweet,What other help could yet be meet!But twas beyond a mortals shareTo wander solitary there：Two paradises twere i

10、n oneTo live in paradise alone.How well the skilful gardener drewOf flowers and herbs this dial new,Where from above the milder sunDoes through a fragrant zodiac run;And, as it works, the industrious beeComputes its time as well as we.How could such sweet and whilesome hoursBe reckoned but with herb

11、s and flowers!【篇三】优美动人的英文诗歌The Darkling ThrushThomas Hardy (1840-1928)I leant upon a coppice gateWhen Frost was spectre-gray,And Winters dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day.The tangled bine-stems scored the skyLike strings of broken lyres,And all mankind that haunted nighHad sought their hou

12、sehold fires.The lands sharp features seemed to beThe Centurys corpse outleant,His crypt the cloudy canopy,The wind his death-lament.The ancient pulse of germ and birthWas shrunken hard and dry,And every spirit upon earthSeemed fervourless as I.At once a voice arose amongThe bleak twigs overheadIn a full-hearted evensongOf joy illimited;An agd thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,In blast-beruffled plume,Had chosen thus to fling his soulUpon the growing gloom.So little cause for ca