优美的英文简短散文诗

优美的英文简短散文诗

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　　篇一：The Road Not Taken

　　Two roads perged in a yellow wood,

　　and sorry I coul not travel both.

　　And be one traveler,

　　long I stoodand looked down one as far as I could

　　To where it bent in the undergrowth.

　　Then too the other, as just as fair,

　　And having perhaps the better claim,

　　Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

　　Though as for that, the passing there

　　Had worn them really about the same.

　　And both that morning equally lay,

　　In leaves no step had trodded black.

　　Oh, I kept the first for another day!

　　Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

　　I doubted if I should ever come back.

　　I shall be telling this with a sigh,

　　Somewhere ages and ages hence:

　　Two roads perged i a woo, and I

　　I took the one less traveled by,

　　And that has made all the difference.

　　篇二： Loves Secret

　　Never seek to tell thy love,

　　Love that never told shall be;

　　For the gentle wind does move

　　Silently, invisibly.

　　I told my love, I told my love,

　　I told her all my heart,

　　Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.

　　Ah! she did depart!

　　Soon after she was gone from me,

　　A traveller came by,

　　Silently, invisibly:

　　He took her with a sigh.

　　篇三：There is another sky

　　There is another sky,

　　Ever serene and fair,

　　And there is another sunshine,

　　Though it be darkness there;

　　Never mind faded forests, Austin,

　　Never mind silent fields

　　Here is a little forest,

　　Whose leaf is ever green;

　　Here is a brighter garden,

　　Where not a frost has been;

　　In its unfading flowers

　　I hear the bright bee hum:

　　Prithee, my brother,

　　Into my garden come!

　　篇四：Rain

　　The day is cold,and dark,and dreary;

　　It rains,and the wind is never weary;

　　The vine still clings to the moldering wall,

　　But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

　　And the day is dark and dreary.

　　My life is cold and dark and dreary;

　　It rains and the wind is never weary;

　　My though still cling to the moldering past,

　　But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,

　　And the days are dark and dreary.

　　Be still,sad heart!And cease repining;

　　Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

　　Thy fate is the common fate of all,

　　Into each life some rain must fall,

　　Some days must be dark and dreary.

　　篇五：The Frst Encounter

　　The lyric lad intones under the moon

　　Can I have a chance to meet you, I croon

　　If it were a love from the love pine

　　I would cherish you, and cherish you fine

　　I read your solitude in your heart sole

　　I see your loneliness deep in your soul

　　If I were in my former life

　　A lilac in the rain

　　I drooped low, for you

　　If I were in my present life

　　A poplar in the wind

　　I stood high, for you

　　Should mountains have no peeks

　　Should terrains have no cracks

　　I would not part from you

　　篇六：Life is A Journey

　　From the hell to the heaven,

　　Theres no straight way to walk.

　　Sometimes up, sometimes down.

　　Hope creates a heaven for us,

　　Despair makes a hell for us.

　　Some choices are waiting for me,

　　Which one on earth is better?

　　No God in the world can help me,

　　Choosing is the 1)byname of freedom,

　　Different choice makes different future.

　　Its stupid to put eyes on others.

　　I have to make up my own mind,

　　Going my way to the destination.

　　Facing success or failure,

　　Its no need to care too much.

　　Only if Ive tried my best,

　　Its enough for my simple life.

　　篇七：Spring Quiet

　　Gone were but the Winter,

　　Come were but the Spring,

　　I would go to a covert

　　Where the birds sing;

　　Where in the whitethorn

　　Singeth a thrush,

　　And a robin sings

　　In the holly-bush.

　　Full of fresh scents

　　Are the budding boughs

　　Arching high over

　　A cool green house;

　　Full of sweet scents,

　　And whispering air

　　Which sayeth softly:

　　"We spread no snare;

　　"Here dwell in safety,

　　Here dwell alone,

　　With a clear stream

　　And a mossy stone.

　　"Here the sun shineth Most shadily;

　　Here is heard an echo

　　Of the far sea,

　　Though far off it be."

　　篇八：Lucy

　　She delt among the untrodden ways

　　Beside the springs of Dove,

　　A maid whom there were none to praise

　　And very few to love

　　A violet by a mossy stone

　　Half hidden from the eye!

　　Fair as aa star, when only one

　　Is shining in the sky.

　　She lived unknown, and few could know

　　When Lucy ceased to be;

　　But she is in her grave, and, oh,

　　The difference to me!