英语诗歌是英美文学中的珍宝。在英美文学中,尤其是早期作品中,如史诗及戏剧都是以诗歌的形式出现。小编精心收集了关于优美的英文诗歌，供大家欣赏学习!

关于优美的英文诗歌篇1

Mother Nature

(自然之母)

Nature, the gentlest mother, 自然，最温和的母亲,

Impatient of no child, 没有孩子似的急躁，

The feeblest or the waywardest, -- 即使对最微弱的和最任性的，

Her admonition mild 她的训诫也是温和的。

In forest and the hill 在森林里，在小山中，

By traveler is heard, 旅行者都可以听到，

Restraining rampant squirrel 在遏制猖獗的松鼠，

Or too impetuous bird. 或太鲁莽的鸟的时候，

How fair her conversation, 她的言语是多么公正，

A summer afternoon, -- 一个夏天午后,----

Her household, her assembly; 在她的家庭中, 在她的聚会上;

And when the sun goes down 当太阳下山的时候，

Her voice among the aisles 过道中她的声音，

Incites the timid prayer 激励了最微小的蟋蟀、

Of the minutest cricket, 最微不足道的花的，

The most unworthy flower. 羞怯的祈祷。

When all the children sleep 当所有的孩子睡觉的时候，

She turns as long away 她只要转身离开，

As will suffice to light her lamps; 就会点亮足够的灯;

Then, bending from the sky 然后从空中弯下身子，

With infinite affection 满含着无限的爱，

And infinite care, 无限的关怀，

Her golden finger on her lip, 把金色的手指放在唇上，

Wills silence everywhere. 嘱咐各处安静。

关于优美的英文诗歌篇2

Life and Song

(生活和歌唱)

If life were caught by a clarionet, 如果生活与乐管同奏，

And a wild heart, throbbing in the reed, 狂热的心和簧片共振;

Should thrill its joy and trill its fret,

生活中的欢乐与烦恼，

And utter its heart in every deed, 全然是心灵的颤动。

Then would this breathing clarionet 当呼吸与簧管同步，

Type what the poet fain would be; 诗人将欣然命笔;

For none o' the singers ever yet 尽管没有一个歌手，

Has wholly lived his minstrelsy, 用他毕生吟唱。

Or clearly sung his true, true thought, 或纯粹唱他真实的思考，

Or utterly bodied forth his life, 或完全唱他生命之形体，

Or out of life and song has wrought 或唱生命的消逝，

The perfect one of man and wife; 或唱一个男人和妻子完美的功绩

Or lived and sung, that Life and Song 生活和歌唱，生命与歌，

Might each express the other's all,一切都可以彼此表达，

Careless if life or art were long 要是生命或艺术被长期忽视，

Since both were one, to stand or fall: 那么好坏都一样:

So that the wonder struck the crowd, 所以群众创造奇迹，

Who shouted it about the land: 他们唤醒了土地：

His song was only living aloud, 他的歌仅仅是高亢一曲的生活，

His work, a singing with his hand! 他的劳作就是他用手唱出的歌!

关于优美的英文诗歌篇3

The Road Not Taken

未选择的路

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

黄叶林中出条岔路，

无奈一人难于兼顾，

顺着一条婉蜒小路，

久久伫立极目远眺，

只见小径拐进灌木。

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that, the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

接着选择了另一条，

同样清楚似乎更好，

引人踩踏铺满茂草，

踏在其间难分彼此，

尽管真有两条道。

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I marked the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way

I doubted if I should ever come back.

清晨里躺着两条路，

一样叶被无人踏脏，

愿将第一条来日补，

但知条条相连远途，

怀疑日后怎能回返。

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

在很久以后某一地，

我将叹息诉说于人，

两路岔开在树林里，

我选的那条足迹稀，

而一切差别由此起。