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中英文诗歌朗诵精选
英语诗歌的特点和其他语言诗歌的特点一样,都是形象的语言和富于音乐性的语言。我精心收集了关于中英文诗歌朗诵稿，供大家欣赏学习!
关于中英文诗歌朗诵稿篇1
《莎士比亚十四行诗》第五十四首
o! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
by that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
the rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
for that sweet odour, which doth in it live.
啊，有了真赋予的甜美的化妆，
美还会展示出多少更多的美。
艳丽玫瑰有了活在花朵中的芬芳，
在我们的心中会平添出多少妩媚。
the canker blooms have full as deep a dye
as the perfumed tincture of the roses,
hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
when summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
野蔷薇同样在带刺的枝头悬垂，
一如玫瑰那样活泼地戏弄清风。
当夏的气息剥开戴面具的花蕾，
它也有芬芳玫瑰那浓浓的艳红。
but, for their virtue only is their show,
they live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade;
die to themselves. sweet roses do not so;
of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
但是，它们的姿色只宜一旁观赏，
活着没人追求，凋亡没人怜惜，
自生自灭;甜美的玫瑰却不一样，
甜美的死亡造出了最甜美的香气。
and so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
when that shall vade, my verse distills your truth.
同样，美丽可爱的青年啊，当你姿色不存，
我笔下的诗歌却会提炼出你的真。
关于中英文诗歌朗诵稿篇2
the chimney-sweeper 扫烟囱的孩子
when my mother died i was very young, 我母亲死的时候，我还小得很，
and my father sold me while yet my tongue 我父亲把我拿出来卖给了别人，
could scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 我当时还不大喊得清，“扫呀——扫!”
so your chimneys i sweep, and in soot i sleep. 我就扫你们烟囱，裹煤屑睡觉。
there's little tom dacre, who cried when his head, 有个小托姆，头发卷得像小羊头，
that curled like a lamb's back, was shaved: so i said, 剃光的时候，哭得好伤心，好难受，
"hush, tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare, 我就说：“小托姆，不要紧，光了脑袋，
you know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair." 打起来煤屑就不会糟踏你白头发。”
and so he was quiet; and that very night, 他就安安静静了，当天夜里，
as tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight, - 托姆睡着了，事情就来得稀奇，
that thousands of sweepers, dick, joe, ned, and jack, 他看见千千万万的扫烟囱小孩
were all of them locked up in coffins of black. 阿猫阿狗全都给锁进了黑棺材。
and by came an angel who had a bright key, 后来来了个天使，拿了把金钥匙，
and he opened the coffins and set them all free; 开棺材放出了孩子们(真是好天使!)
then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run, 他们就边跳，边笑，边跑过草坪，
and wash in a river, and shine in the sun. 到河里洗了澡，太阳里晒得亮晶晶。
then naked and white, all their bags left behind, 光光的，白白的，把袋子都抛个一，
they rise upon clouds and sport in the wind; 他们就升上了云端，在风里游戏;
and the angel told tom, if he'd be a good boy, “只要你做个好孩子，”天使对托姆说，
he'd have god for his father, and never want joy. “上帝会做你的.父亲，你永远快乐。”
and so tom awoke; and we rose in the dark, 托姆就醒了;屋子里黑咕隆咚，
and got with our bags and our brushes to work. 我们就起来拿袋子、扫帚去做工。
though the morning was cold, tom was happy and warm; 大清早尽管冷，托姆的心里可温暖;
so if all do their duty they need not fear harm. 这叫做：各尽本分，就不怕灾难。
关于中英文诗歌朗诵稿篇3
with how sad steps, o moon月啊，你用悲哀的步伐
philip sidney 菲利普·锡德尼
with how sad steps, o moon, thou climb’st the skies!
how silently, and with how wan a face!
what! may it be that even in heavenly place
that busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes
can judge of love, thou feel’st a lover’s case：
i read it in thy looks, ---thy languished grace
to me, that feel the like, thy state descries.
then, even of fellowship, o moon, tell me,
is constant love deemed there but want of wit?
are beauties there as proud as here they be?
do they above love to be loved, and yet
those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess?
do they call virtue there ungratefulness?
多么悲哀的脚步啊，月亮，你爬上天空
一张苍白的脸颊，多么寂寞。
莫非是那忙碌的“神
在天上玩弄着他的弓箭?
如果相思瞒不过久已苦于相思的眼睛，
那么我敢说，你也处在恋爱的心情，
你那憔悴的美丽让我明白了一切——
我们在深深爱着。
同在相思中的月亮啊，你能告诉我吗，
矢志的爱情在天界是否被看作不智?
那里的女子是否也这般傲慢?
是否喜欢被爱，而又
轻蔑真爱着她的人?
在天界，是否负心被称作美德?
英语诗歌赏析:穷人
It’s the anarchy of poverty
Delights me, the old
Yellow wooden house indented
Among the new brick tenements
贫穷的无序景致
使我愉悦：陈旧的
黄色木屋陷入
新的砖造分租公寓的包围中
Or a cast iron balcony
With panels showing oak branches
In full leaf. It fits
The dress of the children
一个铸铁阳台的镶板间
露出长满树叶的
橡树枝桠。它和
孩子们的服装契合
Reflecting every stage and
Custom of necessity—
Chimney roof fences of
Wood and metal in an unfenced
反映不同时期
对于生活的不同需求——
烟囱、房顶，以及在这个不设防的年代
用木头和金属做的栅栏
Age and enclosing next to
Nothing at all: the old man
In a sweater and soft black
Hat who sweeps the sidewalk—
包围圈内
近乎无物：那位老人
穿着羊毛衫，戴着黑色
软帽，打扫着人行道——
His own ten feet of it—
In a wind that fitfully
Turning his corner has
Overwhelmed the entire city
他在打扫自己那十英尺空间
风一阵阵地
转过他的角落
吹遍整座城市
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英语诗歌同建筑艺术一样,也需要追求外在的视觉艺术和造型艺术,讲究外部的象形、对称、参差和魅力,所以诗歌语言也具有建筑艺术美感。诗歌比其他任何文学样式更接近建筑艺术,更具有建筑美。我精心收集了经典唯美英文诗歌，供大家欣赏学习!
My Father Was My Hero
My father was my hero, all throughout my life.
The father of eight children, he saw his share of strife.
When I was very little, he appeared to be so large.
In my eyes he could do anything, we all knew he was in charge.
He was a man of great strength both physically and in mind,
but in him there was a gentleness, he found ways to be outgoing and kind.
Many days of childhood were greeted with a kiss,
and songs to me as I awoke, those days I surely miss.
He made me feel so special, “Miss America” he would sing.
I knew I had my father's love. It gave me courage to do most anything.
From him I learned to stand up tall, to be proud of who I am.
Strength and determination were the qualities of this fine man.
As the years of his life dwindled down, that strength kept him alive.
Plus the unfailing determination to help my ailing mother have the care she needed to survive.
He loved her and his children, so much he gave up years of his life
caring for this woman, his soul?mate, his wife.
Day and night he struggled for years with her disease.
A lesser man would have been brought down to his knees.
With illnesses of his own, he still stood by her side
caring for her and loving her until the day she died.
Twenty days later his own time was at an end.
I lost my hero, my father, a man who was my friend.
A few years have passed, and life just isn't the same.
But as Father's Day approaches, I will celebrate his name.
With prayers to him and God above to stay by my side,
to watch over me and guide me, to look down on me with pride.
For I am my father's daughter, one day we will meet again.
But until then I will remember, and the love will never end.
父亲是我心目中的英雄
父亲，我心目中一生一世的英雄!
抚养八个孩子，担子多么沉重。
在我儿时的眼里，你那么高大，
为撑起这个家，你无所不能。
你有健壮体魄，你有坚强意志，
还有谦和的内心，开朗慈善的面容。
儿时，多少个清晨我从梦中醒来，
你轻吻的招呼一样，你问好的歌声不同;
你时时为我唱起那首“美国小姐”之歌，
总会让我感到格外神气出众;
童年时代虽然已成遥远的记忆，
但确实让我终生回味，绵长隽永。
正因为我知道我拥有父亲的爱，
面对繁杂的世事我才如此奋勇;
你教会我如何在人前感到自豪，
你教会我如何在世上昂首挺胸。
恒心的品质让你堪称优秀的男人，
力量的特性使你象大山云端高耸。
随着时光的推移你日渐衰老，
可那种力量却使你活力无穷。
病痛缠身的母亲需要你的照料，
你决心铁定让死神逃避诚惶诚恐。
为了你的妻子，为了你的儿女，
你奉献了一切，自始至终。
一年又一年，一日复一日，
只为我母亲的疾病你双眼熬红。
你坚强的性格让你勉力支撑，
尽管你自己身上也有病痛。
把关爱一路给予你终生的伴侣，
二十天后你也随她辞世我痛上加痛;
我失去了父亲，我失去了朋友，
我失去了心目中一生一世的英雄!
一别经年，人生也不同以往，
可父亲节前夕，我要把你的名字赞颂。
我身边你与上帝同在，给我关怀引导，
注视的目光为我感到无上光荣。
只为我是父亲的女儿，将来总会重逢，
但此生此世我会把你的爱铭记心中。
It Was A’ for Our Rightfu’ King
It was a’ for our rightfu’ king
We left fair Scotland’s strand;
It was a’ for our rightfu’ king,
We e’er saw Irish land, my dear,
We e’er saw Irish land.
Now a’ is done that men can do,
And a’ is done in vain：
My love and Native Land fareweel,
For I maun* cross the main, my dear,
For I maun cross the main.
He turn’d him right and round about,
Upon the Irish shore,
And gae* his bridle reins a shake,
With, adieu* for evermore, my dear,
With, adieu for evermore.
he soger frae* the wars returns,
The sailor frae the main,
But I hae* parted frae my love,
Never to meet again, my dear,
Never to meet again.
When day is gane*, and night is come,
And a’ folks bound to sleep;
I think on him that’s far awa*,
The lee-lang* night, and weep, my dear,
The lee-lang night and weep
为正义的国王把终生奉献
为正义的国王把终生奉献，
我们离别苏格兰美丽的海滩;
为正义的国王把终生奉献，
亲爱的，我们永远留在爱尔兰，
我们永远留在爱尔兰。
我们尽了一切努力，
一切努力都是枉然：
再见把，我的故乡我的爱，
亲爱的，我必须登上渡海的航船，
我必须登上渡海的航船。
就在爱尔兰的海岸，
他骑着马徘徊流连;
他断然抖一抖手中的缰绳，
亲爱的，一声道别直至永远，
一声道别直至永远。
疆场的战士重返故土，
远航的水手终回家园;
可我与爱人一旦离别，
亲爱的，却永远不能重新相见，
却永远不能重新相见。
送走白天，迎来夜晚，
人们都将安然入眠;
我把远方的爱人思念，
亲爱的，长夜漫漫我泪水涟涟，
长夜漫漫我泪水涟涟。
Silent meaning
William S. Cohen
The word not spoken
goes not quite unheard.
It lingers in the eye,
in the semi-arch of brow.
A gesture of the hand
speaks pages more than words,
The echo rests in the heart
as driftwood does in sand,
To be rubbed by time
until it rots or shines.
The word not spoken
touches us as music
does the mind.
寄意无语
威廉 S 科恩
藏在心底的语言，
也会发出清晰的声响;
它在眼睛里飘逸，
它在眉宇间荡漾。
一个小小的手势，
比万语千言更加明朗;
那回声在心中萦绕，
像浮木随沙粒流淌;
经受时间的消磨，
直至腐朽或者闪光。
藏在心底的语言，
是拨动心弦的乐章。
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