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近几天天气晴好，久违的阳光扫去了前段日子连连阴雨的落寞心境。 走在校园里，眼里满是绿意，仿佛是被压抑的色彩终于可以溢出来了，热气腾腾地在春日里闹着。 行人不忍多看两眼绿得发亮的枝头，顺便感叹着：这样短的春日，稍不留神就得溜走，可得多沐浴这和煦的阳光，嗅嗅这春草春叶的芬芳呢。 这样的日子，顺便读上几首美美的英文诗歌吧，不负春光，想想便觉得惬意。 所以为大家分享我最爱的十首英文诗，附上自己的感悟，每天进步一点点，一起加油。 （1） When you are old and gray and full of sleep, 当你老了，白发苍苍，睡思昏沉， And nodding by the fire, take down this book, 在炉火旁打盹，请取下这部诗歌， And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 慢慢读，回想你过去眼神的柔和， Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep； 回想它们昔日阴影的浓重； How many loved your moments of glad grace, 多少人爱你年轻欢畅的时刻， And loved your beauty with love false or true； 出于假意或真心地爱慕你的美貌； But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, 只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂， And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 爱你逐渐老去的脸上痛苦的皱纹； And bending down beside the glowing bars, 躬身在火光闪耀的炉火旁， Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled. 凄然地低语那爱的消逝， And paced upon the mountains overhead, 在头顶的山上，爱缓缓踱着步子， And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. 将脸隐没在群星之中。 （2） 前两日图书馆临窗闲坐，随手取下叶芝的诗集，翻过后，最爱的依然是《当你老了》，耳畔也不禁回荡起这首诗改编的曲子。 只有深爱过，方才能将所思所感寄于诗歌，方能谱出最动人的乐章。叶芝又何尝不是这样？ 初遇她时，他不过二十三，风华正盛的年纪，可他尚且还是个穷学生。而他爱的她呢？不仅仅美丽动人，更重要的是，她是一位女英雄，积极参与爱尔兰民族独立运动。 他的一往情深注定没有结果，他的思念与等待终究幻化作诗，幻化作天上的云霞，留待后人感叹惋惜。 夜深人静时，西窗独坐，点燃一支烛火。静静读上这首诗，该有多少回忆漫天，扑面而来，猝不及防地惹人洒下许多泪。 每个人都有故事，每段故事都有说不尽的离愁与别绪，缱绻的心事只与一个爱字相关。 或许是“山有木兮木有枝，心悦君兮君不知”，不知何时将情意安放，却无法觅得来时路； 或许是“十年生死两茫茫，不思量，自难忘”，一别便是天上与人间，她已逝，独留他断肠； 或许是“山无陵，天地合，乃敢与君绝”，许下爱的诺言，一世，一生； 或许是“庭有枇杷树，吾妻死之年所手植也，今已亭亭如盖矣”，睹物思人，只有无尽心酸独自尝。 而才华横溢如叶芝，他发自肺腑，道出了他对爱人灵魂的挚爱。“如花的容颜与青春的年纪是女孩子最大的资本，世上无数人爱着你的美貌，唯有我爱你超脱凡俗的心，爱你永恒的灵魂。” 多少人为之动容，因为有几人，在这蜉蝣般短暂的一生能觅得这种爱？ （3）很多年后，杜拉斯的著作《情人》使用了类似的开场白： “我已经老了。 有一天，在一处公共场所的大厅里，有一个男人向我走来，他主动介绍自己，他对我说：我认识你，永远记得你。 那时候，你还很年轻，人人都说你很美，现在，我是特地来告诉你，对我来说，我觉得现在你比年轻的时候更美，那时你是年轻女人，与你那时的面貌相比，我更爱你现在备受摧残的面容 。” 深入骨髓的爱，不因你年轻美丽，而是因为你本身的气质与魅力，即使白发苍苍，我依然爱着你。 想起了朱生豪写给宋清如的情书，其中有一句是： “不要愁老之将至，你老了一定很可爱。而且，假如你老了十岁，我当然也同样老了十岁，世界也老了十岁，上帝也老了十岁，一切都是一样。” 多么可爱的情书呢！在爱面前，时光又算得了什么，即使老了，回忆一生有爱，有笑，有那么多美好的时刻，眼角泛出的泪光也是温暖的吧。喜欢就点赞，每天进步一点点，共勉~

诗歌之所以具有如此大的力量,就在于其能够引起人的审美愉悦感,唤起欣赏者强烈的情感共鸣。我精心收集了著名英语诗歌，供大家欣赏学习!

爱如清晨的阳光

Love Like Morning Sun

So often, when I'm alone with my thoughts,

I feel your presence enter me

like the morning sun's early light,

filling my memories and dreams of us

with a warm and clear radiance.

You have become my love, my life,

and together we have shaped our world

until it seems now as natural as breathing.

But I remember when it wasn't always so -

times when peace and happiness seemed more

like intruders in my life than

the familiar companions they are today;

times when we struggled to know each other,

but always smoothing out those rough spots

until we came to share ourselves completely.

We can never rid our lives entirely

of sadness and difficult times

but we

can understand them together, and grow

stronger as individuals and as a loving couple.

If I don't tell you as often as I'd like,

it's because I could never tell you enough -

that I'm grateful for you

sharing your life with mine,

and that my love for you will live forever.

by Edmund O'Neil

渐渐老去What is to grow old?

What is it to grow old?

Is it to lose the glory of the form,

The lustre of the eye?

Is it for beauty to forego her wreath?

Yes, but not for this alone.

什么为之老去?

是失去了引以为傲的形貌?

双眸神采淡去?

亦或是美丽的容颜卸去了桂冠?

是的，然而远非仅此。

Is it to feel our strength—

Not our bloom only, but our strength—decay?

Is it to feel each limb

Grow stiffer, every function less exact,

Each nerve more weakly strung?

是感受到自身的力量

不止青春不再，而且是气力的衰退?

是深觉肢体日益僵硬

动作迟缓

神经松弛萎谢?

Yes, this, and more! but not,

Ah, 'tis not what in youth we dreamed 'twould be!

'Tis not to have our life

Mellowed and softened as with sunset-glow,

A golden day's decline!

是的，就是这样，还有，但并非

哦，这非你我年轻时所幻想的老年!

我们的生命没有变得

如同夕阳的光一般成熟柔和

如一日余晖的熹微!

Tis not to see the world

As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes,

And heart profoundly stirred;

And weep, and feel the fulness of the past,

The years that are no more!

看着世界

不再自高处以狂喜预言的眼

心不易深深撼动

哭泣，或感受逝去岁月的完满

时之往矣

It is to spend long days

And not once feel that we were ever young.

It is to add, immured

In the hot prison of the present, month

To month with weary pain.

长日漫漫

未觉自己曾拥有年轻

它在岁月中一点点地积累，凝固

于当下的囚笼里，无数日月

增加的虚弱疼痛

It is to suffer this,

And feel but half, and feebly, what we feel:

Deep in our hidden heart

Festers the dull remembrance of a change,

But no emotion none.

它是忍受着所有这一切

以不完全的心，微弱的，去感受一切

在心灵的深处

那些枯燥记忆已慢慢腐化

不遗一丝情感——丝毫都没有

It is last stage of all

When we are frozen up within, and quite

The phantom of ourselves,

To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost

Which blamed the living man.

终于来到了人生的最后舞台

当内心冻结，惟剩下

自身的幽灵走动

我们听到世界欢迎着死神的到来

他总谴责着生之众人

A Visit from St. Nicholas 圣尼古拉来访

'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!”