英语诗歌是英语语言的精华。它以最凝练的文字传递时间与空间、物质与精神、理智与情感。诗歌本身包含的丰富社会生活内容和艺术内涵,诗歌语言的独特的美与和谐都使它们具有无穷的魅力。小编精心收集了关于短篇英语诗歌朗诵稿，供大家欣赏学习!

关于短篇英语诗歌朗诵稿：DRINKING ALONE WITH THE MOON Li Bai

From a pot of wine among the flowers ,

I drank alone. There was no one with me --

Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon ,

To bring me my shadow and make us three.

Alas, the moon was unable to drink ,

And my shadow tagged me vacantly;

But still for a while I had these friends

To cheer me through the end of spring…

I sang. The moon encouraged me.

I danced. My shadow tumbled after

As long as I knew, we were boon companions.

And then I was drunk, and we lost one another.

…Shall goodwill ever be secure?

I watch the long road of the River of Stars.

月下独酌 李白

花间一壶酒， 独酌无相亲;

举杯邀明月， 对影成三人。

月既不解饮， 影徒随我身;

暂伴月将影， 行乐须及春。

我歌月徘徊， 我舞影零乱;

醒时同交欢， 醉后各分散。

永结无情游， 相期邈云汉。

关于短篇英语诗歌朗诵稿：Presented to Wang Lun Li Bai

Li Bai on board, ready to push off,

suddenly heard the tramping and singing on the bank.

Peach Flower Pool a thousand feet deep

is shallower than the love of Wang Lun who sees me off.

赠汪伦 李白

李白乘舟将欲行，忽闻岸上踏歌声。

桃花潭水深千尺，不及汪伦送我行。

关于短篇英语诗歌朗诵稿：静夜思 李白

床前明月光，疑是地上霜。

举头望明月，低头思故乡。

1)In the Still of the Night

I descry bright moonlight in front of my bed.

I suspect it to be hoary frost on the floor.

I watch the bright moon, as I tilt back my head.

I yearn, while stooping, for my homeland more.(徐忠杰)

2)A Tranquil Night

Abed, I see a silver light,

I wonder if it's frost aground.

Looking up, I find the moon bright;

Bowing, in homesickness I'm drowned.(许渊冲译)

3)In the Quiet Night

So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed---

Could there have been a frost already?

Lifting my head to look, I found that it was moonlight.

Sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.(Tr. Witter Bynner)

4)Night Thoughts

I wake, and moonbeams play around my bed,

Glittering like hoar-frost to my wandering eyes;

Up towards the glorious moon I raise my head,

Then lay me down---and thoughts of home arise.( Tr. Herbert A. Giles)

5)On a Quiet Night

I saw the moonlight before my couch,

And wondered if it were not the frost on the ground.

I raised my head and looked out on the mountain noon,

I bowed my head and though of my far-off home.(TR. S. Obata)