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关于圣诞节的英文诗（要带意思的）

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
在圣诞节前夜，
整间屋里没有一人在吵，
就连老鼠也不闹;
长袜已被小心地挂到烟囱上，
我希望圣尼古拉很快就来到;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
我希望圣尼古拉很快就来到;
孩子们都被舒适地安顿到他们的床上，
虽然他们脑子里还跳动着小糖球的幻影;
妈妈裹起头巾，我戴上帽，
我们刚定下神来要睡个冬天的长觉，——
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
这时外面的草地上有了得得的声响，
我从床上跳起来去看个究竟，
像一道闪光，我扑向窗户，快得像一道闪光
扯开百页窗拉起窗框。
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
只见月光洒在新雪的胸膛上，
给月下的万物披上晌午的光芒;
这时竟出现了使我目瞪口呆的景象，
那是一辆小雪橇和八只小小的驯鹿，
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
上面坐着一个小小的老车夫，
他是这样生气勃勃，动作敏捷，
我马上知道这一定是圣尼古拉。
他的骏鹿跑得比鹰还快，
他吹哨，吆喝，还能叫它们的名字：
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
"嘿，达舍!嘿，丹瑟!
嘿，普兰舍和维克星!
前进，科米特!前进，朱庇特!
前进，唐德和布利琛!
嘿，冲呀，冲呀，一起给我冲，
冲到门廊顶，冲向围墙的顶!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.
它们决得就像枯叶随着疯狂的飓风，
遇到障碍就升向天空，
拉着装满玩具的雪橇，还有圣尼古拉，
驯鹿飞到了屋顶，
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
转眼之间我就听到屋顶
有小蹄子腾跃踢踏的响声，
当我缩进头来转过身，
就看见圣尼古拉从烟囱上一跳而下，
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
他全身上下都穿皮裘，
他的衣服因盖满烟灰而失去光华，
他背上背着一包玩具，
他看起来就像是小贩正在开包，
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
他的眼睛闪闪发光!他的酒涡充满欢乐!
他的两颊红得像玫瑰，他的鼻子像是樱桃;
他那滑稽的小嘴就像画的一把弓，
他下颌的胡子像雪一样白，
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
他的牙齿紧咬着一个烟斗。
白烟就像花圈绕着他的头，
他有一副宽宽的脸和小小的圆肚，
当他笑的时候，
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
那小肚震得就像一个碗装满果冻。
他的个子圆圆胖胖，
真假是一个快活的老顽童;
我看到他时情不自禁地笑了，
他转过头向我眨了眨眼睛，
让我知道什么也不用怕，
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
他一句话没说就去干活，
他把每一只长袜都装满后就急忙转身，
他把手指放在鼻子边上，
点点头又跳上烟囱，
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
他跃上雪橇，向他的鹿队吹声哨，
他们就像蓟花的冠毛一样又飞走
在他驶开之前，我听到他大喊，
"大家圣诞快乐，诸位晚安!

经典的英文诗歌 最好配有朗诵MP3

英文经典诗歌朗诵默认分类 2009-06-30 15:24 阅读60 评论0 字号： 大大 中中 小小 Clement Clarke Moore - 'Twas the Night Before Christmas （文本）录音见音乐栏'Twas the Night Before Christmas（Read by Jim Tedder）（注：Jim Tedder 是 VOA 的资深播音员）(MUSIC)'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.The children were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew like a flash,Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snowGave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.With a little old driver, so lively and quick,I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick.More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!"Now Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!On, Comet! On, Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,With the sleigh full of toys, and Saint Nicholas, too.And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roofThe prancing and pawing of each little hoof.As I drew in my head, and was turning around,Down the chimney Saint Nicholas came with a bound.He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.He had a broad face and a little round belly,That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.And laying his finger aside of his nose,And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"(MUSIC) Crossing the BarBy Alfred TennysonAnd 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 deepTurns 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 PlaceThe flood may bear me far,I hope to see my Pilot face to faceWhen 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。===========================================Oh, Captain! My Captain!By Walt WhitmanCaptain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is worn,The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red!Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores crowding,For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;Here, Captain! dear father!This arm beneath your head;It is some dream that on the deckYou've fallen cold and dead.My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse or will;The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;Exult, O Shores! and ring, O bell!But I, with mournful tread,Walk the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.船长！我的船长！ 瓦尔特?惠特曼啊， 船长！我的船长！可怕的航程已完成；这船历尽风险，企求的目标已达成。港口在望，钟声响，人们在欢欣。千万双眼睛注视着船----平稳，勇敢，坚定。但是痛心啊！痛心！痛心！瞧一滴滴鲜红的血！甲板上躺着我的船长，他到下去，冰冷，永别。啊， 船长！我的船长！起来吧，倾听钟声；起来吧，号角为您长鸣，旌旗为您高悬；迎着您，多少花束花圈----候着您，千万人蜂拥岸边；他们向您高呼，拥来挤去，仰起殷切的脸；啊，船长！亲爱的父亲！我的手臂托着您的头！莫非是一场梦：在甲板上您到下去，冰冷，永别。我的船长不作声，嘴唇惨白，毫不动弹；我的父亲没感到我的手臂，没有脉搏，没有遗言；船舶抛锚停下，平安抵达；航程终了；历经艰险返航，夺得胜利目标。啊，岸上钟声齐鸣，啊，人们一片欢腾！但是，我在甲板上，在船长身旁，心悲切，步履沉重：因为他倒下去，冰冷，永别。========================================To the CuckooBy William WordsworthO blithe new-comer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice. O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,Or but a wandering Voice?While I am lying on the grassThy twofold shout I hear;From hill to hill it seems to passAt once far off, and near.Though babbling only to the Vale,Of sunshine and of flowers,Thou bringest unto me a taleOf visionary hours.Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!Even ye thou art to meNo bird, but an invisible thing,A voice a mystery;The same whom in my schoolboy daysI listened to; that CryWhich made me look a thousand waysIn bush, and tree, and sky.To seek thee did I often roveThrough woods and on the green;And thou wert still a hope, a love;Still longed for, never seen.And I can listen to thee yet;Can lie upon the plainAnd listen, till I do begetThat golden time again.O blessed Bird! the earth we paceAgain appears to beAn unsubstantial, faery place;That is fit home for thee!致布谷鸟威廉华?兹华斯啊，快乐的新客！听到你啭鸣，我满怀喜悦；啊，布谷，是否称你为鸟？或为妙音，回荡清越？当我躺在草地上，听到你的二重唱：似从这山传到那山，似在近旁，又在远方。你的歌声在山谷回荡，伴着繁华和阳光；你还把我带到追忆往事的幻想。我再三地欢迎你是阳春的先行。在我眼中，你可不是鸟，而是无形的神奇之音。想当年我还是小学生，曾倾听同样的鸣声；我千方百计寻找，从天上到丛林。我时常漫游，为了找你，踩着草地，穿过密林；如今仍在期待，虽不眼见，你仍是希望，是恋情。此刻我躺在平原，你的歌声仍能听见。我专心谛听，直到召回金色的童年。我们栖息的大地又显得空灵而神奇；这是你安家的福地，啊， 快乐的鸟儿，祝福你！==================================Spring By Thomas NasheSpring, 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 these tunes our ears do greet,Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!Spring! the sweet Spring!春托马斯?纳什 春，甘美之春，一年之中的尧舜，处处都有花树，都有女儿环舞，微寒但觉清和，佳禽争着唱歌，啁啁，啾啾，哥哥，割麦、插一禾！榆柳呀山楂，打扮着田舍人家，羊羔嬉游，牧笛儿整日在吹奏，百鸟总在和鸣，一片悠扬声韵，啁啁，啾啾，哥哥，割麦、插一禾！郊原荡漾香风，雏菊吻人脚踵，情侣作对成双，老妪坐晒阳光，走向任何通衢，都有歌声悦耳，啁啁，啾啾，哥哥，割麦、插一禾！春！甘美之春！========================================Lilacs,False blue, white, purple,Color of lilac,Your great puffs of flowersAre everywhere in this my New England.Among your heart-shaped leavesOrange orioles5 hop like music-box birds6 and singTheir little weak soft songs;In the crooks of your branchesThe bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted eggPeer9 restlessly through the light and shadowOf all springs. 13

特瓦圣诞节的前一天晚上(翻译）

“这是圣诞节前夜,当整个房子
没有一个生物是激动人心的,即使是一只老鼠。
这个长统袜挂着的灯罩,
希望很快就会有圣·尼古拉斯。
孩子们在床上所有的舒适依偎,
而默sugar-plums飞舞。
在她的围巾,妈妈,我在我的帽子,
刚我们大脑的漫长的冬天的绒毛。
当在草坪上出现了这样的一声,
我突然从床上看看是怎么回事。
走到窗户我飞象闪电,
撕开百叶窗和舍弃了这个包裹。
月球上的new-fallen乳房雪
正午的时候了,下面的物体。
我知道什么时,眼睛要出现,
但是一个微型小驯鹿雪橇,8。
有点旧的司机,那么生动、快捷,
我知道在一个时刻都必须圣·尼克。
他比鹰更迅速当作他们来了,
他吹着口哨,并大声喊着,然后叫他们的名字!
“现在Dasher !现在,舞者!现在,Prancer和Vixen !
慧星上,!对,丘比特!忠告和Blitzen上!
玄关的!去长城顶部,!
现在飞奔!飞奔!飞奔!”
作为干树叶,在野生飓风飞翔,
当他们遇到障碍,装上天空。
所以上孤单的麻雀的当作飞起来的时候,
用雪橇的玩具,圣人尼古拉斯,真是太好了。
然后,转瞬间,我听说在屋顶上
这个神气的每个小蹄,开了眼界。
当我把我的头,并在转过身来,
圣·尼古拉斯的烟囱下来了。
他浑身穿皮毛,从他的头,把他的脚,
和他的衣服都是晦暗与灰烬和烟。
他有一大堆玩具扔在他的背上,
他看上去像个小买卖,只是开他的背包。
他的眼睛——他们如何闪闪发光!他多么快乐的酒窝!
他的两颊如玫瑰,他的鼻子像樱桃。
他是非常可笑的小口,就像一个躬,
他的下巴和胡子洁白如雪。
他的烟斗抓住他的牙齿,
吸烟,它环绕他头上的一环。
他有一个广泛的脸和小圆肚,
当他笑,摇了摇,像一个大碗喝酒的果冻!
他是伍迪艾伦丰满,一个很老的精灵,
我笑了,当我看到他,尽管自己!
他的眼睛眨了眨眼睛,他的头扭,
要知道,我就给我毫无畏惧。
他说一个字,但是他径直走到工作,
住满所有的长袜,然后猛地一。
他的手指,他一边鼻子,
给点了点头,他站起来走了进来!
他突然他的雪橇,他的球队一声口哨,
和他们所有的飞象一个蓟。
但是我听说他喊:“还把他赶出去看不见了,
“圣诞快乐,和一个晚安!”

几首适合初中生朗诵的经典英文诗歌？急急急！！！

　　英文经典诗歌朗诵
　　默认分类 2009-06-30 15:24 阅读60 评论0 字号： 大大 中中 小小
　　Clement Clarke Moore - 'Twas the Night Before Christmas （文本）录音见音乐栏
　　'Twas the Night Before Christmas（Read by Jim Tedder）
　　（注：Jim Tedder 是 VOA 的资深播音员）
　　(MUSIC)
　　'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
　　Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
　　The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
　　In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
　　The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
　　While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
　　And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
　　Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
　　When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
　　I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
　　Away to the window I flew like a flash,
　　Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
　　The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
　　Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
　　When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
　　But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
　　With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
　　I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick.
　　More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
　　And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
　　"Now Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
　　On, Comet! On, Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!
　　To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
　　Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
　　As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
　　When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
　　So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
　　With the sleigh full of toys, and Saint Nicholas, too.
　　And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
　　The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
　　As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
　　Down the chimney Saint Nicholas came with a bound.
　　He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
　　And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
　　A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
　　And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
　　His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
　　His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
　　His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
　　And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
　　The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
　　And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
　　He had a broad face and a little round belly,
　　That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
　　He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
　　And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
　　A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
　　Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
　　He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
　　And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
　　And laying his finger aside of his nose,
　　And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
　　He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
　　And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
　　But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
　　"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
　　(MUSIC)
　　Crossing the Bar
　　By Alfred Tennyson
　　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。
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　　Oh, Captain! My Captain!
　　By Walt Whitman
　　Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
　　The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is worn,
　　The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
　　While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
　　But O heart! heart! heart!
　　O the bleeding drops of red!
　　Where on the deck my Captain lies,
　　Fallen cold and dead.
　　O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
　　Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
　　For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores crowding,
　　For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
　　Here, Captain! dear father!
　　This arm beneath your head;
　　It is some dream that on the deck
　　You've fallen cold and dead.
　　My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
　　My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse or will;
　　The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
　　From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
　　Exult, O Shores! and ring, O bell!
　　But I, with mournful tread,
　　Walk the deck my Captain lies,
　　Fallen cold and dead.
　　船长！我的船长！
　　瓦尔特?惠特曼
　　啊， 船长！我的船长！可怕的航程已完成；
　　这船历尽风险，企求的目标已达成。
　　港口在望，钟声响，人们在欢欣。
　　千万双眼睛注视着船----平稳，勇敢，坚定。
　　但是痛心啊！痛心！痛心！
　　瞧一滴滴鲜红的血！
　　甲板上躺着我的船长，
　　他到下去，冰冷，永别。
　　啊， 船长！我的船长！起来吧，倾听钟声；
　　起来吧，号角为您长鸣，旌旗为您高悬；
　　迎着您，多少花束花圈----候着您，千万人蜂拥岸边；
　　他们向您高呼，拥来挤去，仰起殷切的脸；
　　啊，船长！亲爱的父亲！
　　我的手臂托着您的头！
　　莫非是一场梦：在甲板上
　　您到下去，冰冷，永别。
　　我的船长不作声，嘴唇惨白，毫不动弹；
　　我的父亲没感到我的手臂，没有脉搏，没有遗言；
　　船舶抛锚停下，平安抵达；航程终了；
　　历经艰险返航，夺得胜利目标。
　　啊，岸上钟声齐鸣，啊，人们一片欢腾！
　　但是，我在甲板上，在船长身旁，
　　心悲切，步履沉重：
　　因为他倒下去，冰冷，永别。
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　　To the Cuckoo
　　By William Wordsworth
　　O blithe new-comer! I have heard,
　　I hear thee and rejoice.
　　O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
　　Or but a wandering Voice?
　　While I am lying on the grass
　　Thy twofold shout I hear;
　　From hill to hill it seems to pass
　　At once far off, and near.
　　Though babbling only to the Vale,
　　Of sunshine and of flowers,
　　Thou bringest unto me a tale
　　Of visionary hours.
　　Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!
　　Even ye thou art to me
　　No bird, but an invisible thing,
　　A voice a mystery;
　　The same whom in my schoolboy days
　　I listened to; that Cry
　　Which made me look a thousand ways
　　In bush, and tree, and sky.
　　To seek thee did I often rove
　　Through woods and on the green;
　　And thou wert still a hope, a love;
　　Still longed for, never seen.
　　And I can listen to thee yet;
　　Can lie upon the plain
　　And listen, till I do beget
　　That golden time again.
　　O blessed Bird! the earth we pace
　　Again appears to be
　　An unsubstantial, faery place;
　　That is fit home for thee!
　　致布谷鸟
　　威廉华?兹华斯
　　啊，快乐的新客！
　　听到你啭鸣，我满怀喜悦；
　　啊，布谷，是否称你为鸟？
　　或为妙音，回荡清越？
　　当我躺在草地上，
　　听到你的二重唱：
　　似从这山传到那山，
　　似在近旁，又在远方。
　　你的歌声在山谷回荡，
　　伴着繁华和阳光；
　　你还把我带到
　　追忆往事的幻想。
　　我再三地欢迎
　　你是阳春的先行。
　　在我眼中，你可不是鸟，
　　而是无形的神奇之音。
　　想当年我还是小学生，
　　曾倾听同样的鸣声；
　　我千方百计寻找，
　　从天上到丛林。
　　我时常漫游，为了找你，
　　踩着草地，穿过密林；
　　如今仍在期待，虽不眼见，
　　你仍是希望，是恋情。
　　此刻我躺在平原，
　　你的歌声仍能听见。
　　我专心谛听，
　　直到召回金色的童年。
　　我们栖息的大地
　　又显得空灵而神奇；
　　这是你安家的福地，
　　啊， 快乐的鸟儿，祝福你！
　　==================================
　　Spring
　　By Thomas Nashe
　　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 these tunes our ears do greet,
　　Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
　　Spring! the sweet Spring!
　　春托马斯?纳什
　　春，甘美之春，一年之中的尧舜，
　　处处都有花树，都有女儿环舞，
　　微寒但觉清和，佳禽争着唱歌，
　　啁啁，啾啾，哥哥，割麦、插一禾！
　　榆柳呀山楂，打扮着田舍人家，
　　羊羔嬉游，牧笛儿整日在吹奏，
　　百鸟总在和鸣，一片悠扬声韵，
　　啁啁，啾啾，哥哥，割麦、插一禾！
　　郊原荡漾香风，雏菊吻人脚踵，
　　情侣作对成双，老妪坐晒阳光，
　　走向任何通衢，都有歌声悦耳，
　　啁啁，啾啾，哥哥，割麦、插一禾！
　　春！甘美之春！
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　　Lilacs,
　　False blue, white, purple,
　　Color of lilac,
　　Your great puffs of flowers
　　Are everywhere in this my New England.
　　Among your heart-shaped leaves
　　Orange orioles5 hop like music-box birds6 and sing
　　Their little weak soft songs;
　　In the crooks of your branches
　　The bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted egg
　　Peer9 restlessly through the light and shadow
　　Of all springs.

急！the night before christmas的中文翻译

圣诞节前的夜晚
克拉克的克莱门特摩尔
或亨利利文斯顿
它是个圣诞节前的晚上，当所有的房子通过
没有一个生物是搅拌，甚至不是一个鼠标;
丝袜挂了小心烟囱，
在圣尼古拉斯希望很快就会在那里;
孩子们都依偎在温暖的床上，
虽然糖在他们脑袋李子愿景;
和妈妈在她的'头巾，我在我的帽子，
刚刚解决了一个漫长的冬天的国家行动方案下，
在草坪上时有出现这样的哒，
本人从床上跳起来，看看是怎么回事。
离我喜欢的窗口一闪飞去，
拆开百叶窗，并投掷了腰带。
在对新下的雪乳房月亮
给出了中午光泽以下对象，
当什么，我想应该会出现眼睛，
但是，一个微型雪橇，以及八只小驯鹿，
随着有点老司机，生动，快捷，
我知道在一个时刻，必须街尼克。
他比鹰更迅速coursers他们来了，
他吹口哨，喊，叫他们的名字;
“现在，Dasher的！现在，舞者！现在，普伦斯尔和维克森！
论，彗星！ 在丘比特！ 上，Donder和岑！
到门廊顶！ 到墙的顶部！
现在冲刺了！ 冲刺了！ 冲了一切！“
由于干树叶，野生飓风前飞，
当他们见面的一个障碍，坐骑的天空，
因此，到房子顶的coursers他们飞去，
随着雪橇的玩具，和圣尼古拉了。
然后，在一个瞬间，我听到了屋顶
在跳跃和每个小蹄扒地。
正如我在画我的头，一转头，
从烟囱下来圣尼古拉斯带着一个约束。
他身着毛皮，从他的头，他的脚，
他的衣服都是用灰尘和烟尘受损;
捆绑的玩具，他在他的背上扔，
他看上去就像一个刚刚开始他的背包小贩。
他的眼睛 - 他们如何闪烁！ 他的酒窝如何快乐！
他的脸颊喜欢玫瑰，他的鼻子像樱桃！
他滑稽的小嘴巴被提请像一张弓，
和他的下巴胡子像雪一样白;
该管道的树桩他曾在他的牙齿紧，
它和浓烟包围他的脑袋像敬献了花圈;
他有一个广泛的脸和圆圆的肚子一点点，
震撼，当他像果冻bowlful笑了起来。
他胖又丰满，快乐的老顽童的权利，
而我笑了，当我看到他不管自己;
他的一个眼神和他的头扭曲，
不久，给了我知道我没有什么可害怕;
他说话不出声，只是直奔他的工作，
并填补所有的丝袜，然后猛地一转身，
他一边用手指，奠定了他的鼻子，
并给予一点头，他从烟囱上升;
他跳过他的雪橇，他的团队给了一个哨子，
客场他们都像飞蓟下来。
但我听到他大喊，不料他的视线开车，
“圣诞快乐所有人，以及所有一晚安。”