經(jīng)典英美名詩10首

1、LIKE BARLEY BENDING （象大麥）By Sara Teasdale Like barley bending In low fields by the sea, Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly. Like barley bending And rising again, So would I, unbroken, Rise from pain; So would I softly, Day long, night long, Change my sorrow Into song. Dreams 夢想Hold fast to dreams For

2、if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged bird That can never fly. Hold fast to dreams，F(xiàn)or when dreams goLife is a barren field Frozen only with snow In a Station of the Metro(在地鐵站) by Ezra PoundThe apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.How happy is the little stone(多么幸福的小石

3、頭)By Emily DickinsonHow happy is the little stone.That rambles in the road alone,And doesnt care about careers,And exigencies never fearsWhose coat of elemental brownA passing universe put on;And independent as the sun,Associates or glows alone,Fulfilling absolute decreein casual simplicity. When I

4、am dead, my dearest（當(dāng)我離開人間，最親愛的）By christima rossettiWhen I am dead, my dearest,Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head,Nor shady cypress tree:Be the green grass above meWith showers and dewdrops wet:And if thou wilt, remember,And if thou wilt, forget.I shall not see the shadows,I sh

5、all not see the rain;I shall not hear the nightingleSing on as if in pain:And dreaming through the twilightThat doth not rise nor set,Haply I may remember,And haply I may forget. Seasons（四季）Spring is green， Summer is bright，Autumn is gold，Winter is white.Year in year out，We work and fight，F(xiàn)or a new

6、world， Of red sunlight.Driving to Town Late to Mail a Letter（驅(qū)車進(jìn)城夜郵）by Robert BlyIt is a cold and snowy night. The main street is deserted.The only things moving are swirls of snow.As I lift the mailbox door, I feel its cold iron.There is a privacy I love in this snowy night.Driving around, I will w

7、aste more time.FOG(霧)By Carl SandburgThe fog comes/on little cat feet./ It sits looking over/ harbor and city/on silent haunches/and then moves on.When you are old（當(dāng)你老了）By William Butler YeatsWhen you are old and grey and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book; And slowly read, a

8、nd 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

9、little sadly, how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead, And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. The Arrow and the Song (箭和歌)By Henry Wadsworth LongfellowI shot an arrow into the air,It fell to earth I knew not where;For so swiftly it flew the sight,Could not follow it in its flight.I breathed a song into the air,It fell to earth I knew not where;For who has the sight so keen and strong,That can follow the flight