[英语版爱国诗歌]经典英语版诗歌欣赏三篇

【#英语资源# 导语】诗歌作为经典的艺术形式一直伴随着人类文明的发展,无论是对自然美景的赞美,还是对人类善良、积极的人生态度的赞美,我们都可以找到相应的国外内的诗歌题材。下面是由®文档大全网带来的经典英语版诗歌，欢迎阅读!

【篇一】经典英语版诗歌欣赏

　　爱如清晨的阳光

　　Love Like Morning Sun

　　So often, when I'm alone with my thoughts,

　　I feel your presence enter me

　　like the morning sun's early light,

　　filling my memories and dreams of us

　　with a warm and clear radiance.

　　You have become my love, my life,

　　and together we have shaped our world

　　until it seems now as natural as breathing.

　　But I remember when it wasn't always so

　　times when peace and happiness seemed more

　　like intruders in my life than

　　the familiar companions they are today;

　　times when we struggled to know each other,

　　but always smoothing out those rough spots

　　until we came to share ourselves completely.

　　We can never rid our lives entirely

　　of sadness and difficult times

　　but we

　　can understand them together, and grow

　　stronger as individuals and as a loving couple.

　　If I don't tell you as often as I'd like,

　　it's because I could never tell you enough

　　that I'm grateful for you

　　sharing your life with mine,

　　and that my love for you will live forever.

　　by Edmund O'Neil

【篇二】经典英语版诗歌欣赏

　　The petals fall in the fountain

　　These fought in any case,

　　and some believing

　　pro domo, in any case .....

　　Died some, pro patria,

　　walked eye-deep in hell

　　believing in old men's lies, then unbelieving

　　came home, home to a lie,

　　home to many deceits,

　　home to old lies and new infamy;

　　usury age-old and age-thick

　　and liars in public places.

　　Daring as never before, wastage as never before.

　　Young blood and high blood,

　　fair cheeks, and fine bodies;

　　fortitude as never before

　　frankness as never before,

　　disillusions as never told in the old days,

　　hysterias, trench confessions,

　　laughter out of dead bellies.

【篇三】经典英语版诗歌欣赏

　　Ezra Pound - Villanelle: The Psychological Hour

　　I had over prepared the event,

　　that much was ominous.

　　With middle-ageing care

　　I had laid out just the right books.

　　I had almost turned down the pages.

　　Beauty is so rare a thing.

　　So few drink of my fountain.

　　So much barren regret,

　　So many hours wasted!

　　And now I watch, from the window,

　　the rain, the wandering busses.

　　"Their little cosmos is shaken" -

　　the air is alive with that fact.

　　In their parts of the city

　　they are played on by diverse forces.

　　How do I know?

　　Oh, I know well enough.

　　For them there is something afoot.

　　As for me;

　　I had over-prepared the event -

　　Beauty is so rare a thing.

　　So few drink of my fountain.

　　Two friends: a breath of the forest. . .

　　Friends? Are people less friends

　　because one has just, at last, found them?

　　Twice they promised to come.

　　"Between the night and the morning?"

　　Beauty would drink of my mind.

　　Youth would awhile forget

　　my youth is gone from me.

　　(Speak up! You have danced so stiffly?

　　Someone admired your works,

　　And said so frankly.

　　"Did you talk like a fool,

　　The first night?

　　The second evening?"

　　"But they promised again:

　　To-morrow at tea-time."

　　Now the third day is here -

　　no word from either;

　　No word from her nor him,

　　Only another man's note:

　　"Dear Pound, I am leaving England."

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