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大学生英文诗歌朗诵稿篇1

The Slave Mother

by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

Heard you that shriek? It rose

So wildly on the air，

It seemed as if a burden'd heart

Was breaking in despair.

Saw you those hands so sadly clasped——

The bowed and feeble head——

The shuddering of that fragile form——

That look of grief and dread?

Saw you the sad， imploring eye?

Its every glance was pain，

As if a storm of agony

Were sweeping through the brain.

She is a mother pale with fear，

Her boy clings to her side，

And in her kirtle vainly tries

His trembling form to hide.

He is not hers， although she bore

For him a mother's pains;

He is not hers， although her blood

Is coursing through his veins!

He is not hers， for cruel hands

May rudely tear apart

The only wreath of household love

That binds her breaking heart.

His love has been a joyous light

That o'er her pathway smiled，

A fountain gushing ever new，

Amid life's desert wild.

His lightest word has been a tone

Of music round her heart，

Their lives a streamlet blent in one——

Oh， Father! must they part?

They tear him from her circling arms，

Her last and fond embrace.

Oh! never more may her sad eyes

Gaze on his mournful face.

No marvel， then， these bitter shrieks

Disturb the listening air：

She is a mother， and her heart

Is breaking in despair.

大学生英文诗歌朗诵稿篇2

The Slave's Complaint

by George Moses Horton

Am I sadly cast aside，

On misfortune's rugged tide?

Will the world my pains deride

Forever?

Must I dwell in Slavery's night，

And all pleasure take its flight，

Far beyond my feeble sight，

Forever?

Worst of all， must hope grow dim，

And withhold her cheering beam?

Rather let me sleep and dream

Forever!

Something still my heart surveys，

Groping through this dreary maze;

Is it Hope?——they burn and blaze

Forever!

Leave me not a wretch confined，

Altogether lame and blind——

Unto gross despair consigned，

Forever!

Heaven! in whom can I confide?

Canst thou not for all provide?

Condescend to be my guide

Forever：

And when this transient life shall end，

Oh， may some kind， eternal friend

Bid me from servitude ascend，

Forever!

大学生英文诗歌朗诵稿篇3

The Snow Storm

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky，

Arrives the snow， and， driving o'er the fields，

Seems nowhere to alight： the whited air

Hides hills and woods， the river， and the heaven，

And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.

The sled and traveler stopped， the courier's feet

Delayed， all friends shut out， the housemates sit

Around the radiant fireplace， enclosed

In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

Come see the north wind's masonry.

Out of an unseen quarry evermore

Furnished with tile， the fierce artificer

Curves his white bastions with projected roof

Round every windward stake， or tree， or door.

Speeding， the myriad-handed， his wild work

So fanciful， so savage， nought cares he

For number or proportion. Mockingly，

On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;

A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;

Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall，

Maugre the farmer's sighs; and， at the gate，

A tapering turret overtops the work.

And when his hours are numbered， and the world

Is all his own， retiring， as he were not，

Leaves， when the sun appears， astonished Art

To mimic in slow structures， stone by stone，

Built in an age， the mad wind's night-work，

The frolic architecture of the snow.

大学生英文诗歌朗诵稿篇4

The Snowfall Is So Silent

by Miguel de Unamuno (Translated by Robert Bly)

The snowfall is so silent，

so slow，

bit by bit， with delicacy

it settles down on the earth

and covers over the fields.

The silent snow comes down

white and weightless;

snowfall makes no noise，

falls as forgetting falls，

flake after flake.

It covers the fields gently

while frost attacks them

with its sudden flashes of white;

covers everything with its pure

and silent covering;

not one thing on the ground

anywhere escapes it.

And wherever it falls it stays，

content and gay，

for snow does not slip off

as rain does，

but it stays and sinks in.

The flakes are skyflowers，

pale lilies from the clouds，

that wither on earth.

They come down blossoming

but then so quickly

they are gone;

they bloom only on the peak，

above the mountains，

and make the earth feel heavier

when they die inside.

Snow， delicate snow，

that falls with such lightness

on the head，

on the feelings，

come and cover over the sadness

that lies always in my reason.