英语诗歌朗诵
英语诗歌朗诵是读诗的一种艺术,特点是以富有感情的方法背诵诗文,并将原诗著的感情表达出来,以达到鼓动、感染和激励群众的目的.朗诵英语诗歌,对有一定英语基础的学生来说是很重要的。下面就是小编给大家整理的英语诗歌朗诵，希望大家喜欢。
英语诗歌朗诵：the soul
john 灵魂
约翰·格斯瓦斯
my soul's the sky——my flying soul!
the lightnight flare,the thunder roll,
the sun and moon and stars go by,
and great winds sweep my soul,the sky!
my brooding soul——my soul's the sea!
the snaky weed,and whishing scree,
the white wave's surge from pole to pole,
and still green depth——the sea's my soul!
my soul's the spring——my loveing soul!
will dance,and leap,and drain the bowl
of love;and longing,twine and cling
to all the world——my soul's the spring!
my fevered soul!my soul's the town!
thro'flaring street goes up and down;
the bells of feast and traffic toll
and maze their music in my soul.
my tranquil soul!my soul too wide
for sky,or spring,town,or tide!
thou traveller to outer strand
of home serene——my soul so grand!
我的灵魂是太空!
电在闪呵雷在轰，
日月群星在运动，
时而卷起大台风!
我的灵魂是大海!
蛇样的藻响石崖，
百浪涛天天接地，
琉璃万顷身无界!
我的灵魂是阳春，
踊跃狂饮爱之淳，
万事万物皆有情，
渴望，缠绵理不清。
我的灵魂是市镇!
陆离街道莽纵横;
祭日之中驿站铃，
结成交响之乐音。
我的灵魂太沉静，
天，春，镇，海比不赢!
远游彼岸之太清——
我的灵魂真雄浑!
英语诗歌朗诵：a london thoroughfare(2 a.m.)
amy lowell 一条伦敦大马路(午夜二时)
阿米·罗维尔
they have watered the street,
it shines in the glare of lamps,
cold,white lamps,
and lies
like a slow-moving river,
barred with silver and black.
cabs go down it,
one,
and then another.
between then i hear the shuffling of feet.
tramps doze on the window-ledges,
night-walkers pass along the side-walks.
the city is squalid and sinister,
with the silver-barred street in the midst,
slow-moving,
a river leading nowhere.
opposite my window,
the moon cuts,
clear and round,
through the plum-colored night.
she cannot light the city;
it is too bright.
it was white lamps,
and glitters coldly.
i stand in the window and watch the moon.
she is thin and lustreless,
but i love her.
i know the moon,
and this is an alien city.
人们在街上洒了水，
街道在灯光中扬辉，
冷，白色的灯，
躺着
像一条河慢慢流进，
有银色、黑色的条纹，
马车走过来，
一台，
又是一台。
在它们之间夹着脚音。
脚音在窗台上打盹，
人行道上过着夜行的人。
这城市阴晦而苦闷，
有银线条的街在它中心，
慢慢的流着
一条没有出口的河。
正对着我的窗
有澄净的，圆圆的
月亮，
穿过杏色的穹苍，
她不会照耀城市;
由于城市太亮。
城市有白色的灯
放射着冷光。
我站在窗边望着月亮，
她太冷淡而不辉煌，
但我爱她，
月亮是我的故人，
城市在异乡。
英语诗歌朗诵：These Things Shall Never Die 这些美好不会消逝
By --Charles Dickens/查尔斯.狄更斯
The pure.the bright,the beautiful, 一切纯洁的,辉煌的,美丽的,
That stirred our hearts in youth, 强烈地震撼着我们年轻的心灵的,
The impulses to wordless prayer, 推动着我们做无言的祷告的,
The dreams of love and truth; 让我们梦想着爱与真理的;
The longing after something's lost, 在失去后为之感到珍惜的,
The spirit's yearning cry, 使灵魂深切地呼喊着的,
The striving after better hopes- 为了更美好的梦想而奋斗着的-
These things can never die. 这些美好不会消逝。
The timid hand stretched forth to aid 羞怯地伸出援助的手，
A brother in his need, 在你的弟兄需要的时候，
A kindly word in grief's dark hour 伤恸、困难的时候，一句亲切的话
That proves a friend indeed ; 就足以证明朋友的真心;
The plea for mercy softly breathed, 轻声地乞求怜悯，
When justice threatens nigh, 在审判临近的时候，
The sorrow of a contrite heart- 懊悔的心有一种伤感--
These things shall never die. 这些美好不会消逝。
Let nothing pass for every hand 在人间传递温情
Must find some work to do ; 尽你所能地去做;
Lose not a chance to waken love- 别错失去了唤醒爱的良机-----
Be firm,and just ,and true; 为人要坚定，正直，忠诚;
So shall a light that cannot fade 因此上方照耀着你的那道光芒
Beam on thee from on high. 就不会消失。
And angel voices say to thee---你将听到天使的声音在说-----
These things shall never die. 这些美好不会消逝。
英语诗歌朗诵：Annunciation
He has come from the garden, leaving
no shadow, no footprint in the dew:
They hold each other's gaze2 at the point
of balance: everything streaming
towards this moment, streaming away.
A word will set the seed
of life and death,
the over-shadowing of this girl
by a feathered dark.
But not yet: not quite yet.
How will she remember the silence
of that endless moment?
Or the end, when it all began --
the first of seven joys
before the seven sorrows?
She will remember the aftersong
because she is only human.
One day
she'll wake with wings, or wake
and find them gone.
英语诗歌朗诵：
Digging
Seamus Heaney
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; as snug as a gun.
Under my window a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:
My father, digging. I look down
Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
Bends low, comes up twenty years away
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills
Where he was digging.
The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.
By God, the old man could handle a spade,
Just like his old man.
My grandfather could cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner's bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, digging down and down
For the good turf. Digging.
The cold smell of potato mold, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I've no spade to follow men like them.
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I'll dig with it.
挖掘
在我手指和大拇指中间
一支粗壮的笔躺着，舒适自在像一支枪。
我的窗下，一个清晰而粗厉的响声
铁铲切进了砾石累累的土地：
我爹在挖土。我向下望
看到花坪间他正使劲的臀部
弯下去，伸上来，二十年来
穿过白薯垄有节奏地俯仰着，
他在挖土。
粗劣的靴子踩在铁铲上，长柄
贴着膝头的内侧有力地撬动，
他把表面一层厚土连根掀起，
把铁铲发亮的一边深深埋下去，
使新薯四散，我们捡在手中，
爱它们又凉又硬的味儿。
说真的，这老头子使铁铲的巧劲
就像他那老头子一样。
我爷爷的土纳的泥沼地
一天挖的泥炭比谁个都多。
有一次我给他送去一瓶牛奶，
用纸团松松地塞住瓶口。他直起腰喝了，马上又干开了，
利索地把泥炭截短，切开，把土.
撩过肩，为找好泥炭，
一直向下，向下挖掘。
白薯地的冷气，潮湿泥炭地的
咯吱声、咕咕声，铁铲切进活薯根的短促声响
在我头脑中回荡。
但我可没有铁铲像他们那样去干。
在我手指和大拇指中间
那支粗壮的笔躺着。
我要用它去挖掘。
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