三月英文诗

春之歌英文诗歌朗诵会 （一） Spring song春天之歌 "Hello,dear Robin in the tree,“你好，树上亲爱的知更鸟， Will you sing a song for me ?你能给我唱支歌吗？” 'Yes,I will sing a happy song,“好的，我要唱一支快乐的歌， Cheerily cheerily all day long.开开心心地唱一天。 Hear the March winds blow,听，三月的风儿在吹， See the green buds show,看，绿色的蓓蕾已出现， Beartiful flowers are dancing,美丽的花儿在跳舞， Glad that spring is coming."真高兴春天就要来到。”（二）Quatrain Major - O Come, Spring七绝盼春 Spring has come back and will green the meadow春回地动草菁菁I expect a breeze to dye waters with blue我盼风柔碧水盈While my skirt with love touches the willow丝柳舞裙心醉曲With Orphean blowing the air of life true诗情画意写人生（三）Spring Morning春晓The spring morning comes before I realize春眠不觉晓，Birds are heard singing all around处处闻啼鸟。Wind and rain come and go during the night夜来风雨声，No one knows how many flowers have fallen down花落知多少。 （四）Spring春 Sound the flute! 笛声加紧！Now it's mute. 忽而悄静。 Birds delight Day and night;无昼无夜 百鸟和鸣； Nightingale In the dale,谷中有 夜鸣莺，Lark in sky,天上有百灵， Merrily ,Merrily, merrily, 多喜幸， 多喜幸，多喜幸， to welcome in the year. 迎接新春。（五）Spring 春 at daybreak凌晨that crystal dew那一颗晶莹露珠reluctant to be lonely不甘寂寞drops joyfully into the river欢愉跌下河里to stir a babbling youth 泳出潺潺的青春 and a rippling smile 荡漾的微笑

A Special World A special world for you and me A special bond one cannot see It wraps us up in its cocoon And holds us fiercely in its womb. Its fingers spread like fine spun gold Gently nestling us to the fold Like silken thread it holds us fast Bonds like this are meant to last. And though at times a thread may break A new one forms in its wake To bind us closer and keep us strong In a special world, where we belong ---------- Never Have I Fallen Your lips speak soft sweetness Your touch a cool caress I am lost in your magic My heart beats within your chest I think of you each morning And dream of you each night I think of your arms being around me And cannot express my delight Never have I fallen But I am quickly on my way You hold a heart in your hands That has never before been given away

Poems in Honor of SpringFor winter's rains and ruins are over,And all the season of snows and sins;The days dividing lover and lover,The light that loses, the night that wins;And time remembered is grief forgotten,And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,And in green underwood and coverBlossom by blossom the spring begins. —Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837–1909)Summer PoetryBright was the summer's noon when quickening stepsFollowed each other till a dreary moorWas crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon whose topStanding alone, as from a rampart's edge,I overlooked the bed of Windermere,Like a vast river, stretching in the sun. —William Wordsworth (1770–1850)Fall PoetryThe morns are meeker than they were,The nuts are getting brown;The berry's cheek is plumper,The rose is out of town. —Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)Winter VerseIn the bleak midwinterFrosty wind made moan,Earth stood hard as iron,Water like a stone;Snow had fallen, snow on snow,Snow on snow,In the bleak midwinter,Long ago. —Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)四个季节全有，这儿有详细资料：

Our TreeWhen spring comes round, our apple treeis very full of flowers,And when a bird sits on a branchThe petals fall in showers.When summer comes, our apple tree Is very full of green,And everywhere you look in itThere is a leafy screen.When autumn comes, our apple treeIs full of things to eat.The apples hang from every branchTo tumble at our feet.When winter comes, our apple treeIs full of snow and iceAnd rabbits come to visit it...We think our tree is nice.