“诗是百花之蜜,一切学问的精髓,智慧的本质,天使的语言。”诗歌在人类语言发蒙之时就产生了,原始人在劳动过程中的呼声、祭祀过程中的歌词都可以成为诗歌。小编整理了关于最美的英文情诗，欢迎阅读!

关于最美的英文情诗篇一

Love and Friendship by Emily Bronte

《爱情和友谊》 作者：艾米莉·勃朗特

Love is like the wild rose-briar. Friendship like the holly-tree.

爱情就像野玫瑰，友情却如冬青树。

The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms. But which will bloom most constantly?

玫瑰开花时冬青黯无光，但究竟谁能坚持更久长?

The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring. Its summer blossoms scent the air;

春天野玫瑰灿烂开放，夏日里玫瑰把风儿薰香。

Yet wait till winter comes again. And who will call the wild-briar fair?

但当严冬再次来临之时，谁还会赞美野玫瑰的美丽?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now. And deck thee with the holly's sheen.

那时你不屑于枯萎的玫瑰，而用冬青的光彩将你装扮。

That when December blights thy brow. He may still leave thy garland green.

当十二月的严寒袭上你的眉头，你的冬青花环依旧绿意盎然。

关于最美的英文情诗篇二

请爱再莅临

Come again, sweet love doth now invite,

回来吧，我柔美的爱情在此恳求你的眷顾，

Thy graces that refrain, To do me due delight.

它叫我压抑着应得的喜悦，

To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,

忍住不得见你、听你、碰你、吻你，

With thee again in sweetest sympathy.

与你在最温柔的怜爱中再死一回。

To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,

忍住不得见你、听你、碰你、吻你，

With thee again in sweetest sympathy.

与你在最温柔的怜爱中再死一回。

Come again, that I may cease to mourn, Through thy unkind disdain;

回来吧，那么我便不再为你无情的轻视哀恸;

For now left and forlorn.

因为此刻遭你所弃，孤独寂寞，

I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die,

我就这么呆坐、叹息、哭泣、昏厥、死去，

In deadly pain and endless misery,

在要命的痛楚和无尽的苦恼中;

I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die,

我就这么呆坐、叹息、哭泣、昏厥、死去，

In deadly pain and endless misery.

在要命的痛楚和无尽的苦恼中。

关于最美的英文情诗篇三

梦亡妻

ME THOUGHT I saw my late espousèd Saint

我仿佛看见了我那圣洁的亡妻，

Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,

好像从坟墓回来的阿尔雪斯蒂，

Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave,

由约夫的伟大儿子送还她丈夫，

Rescu'd from death by force though pale and faint.

从死亡中被抢救出来，苍白而无力。

Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint,

我的阿尔雪斯蒂已经洗净了产褥的污点，

Purification in the old Law did save,

按照古法规净化，保持无瑕的白璧;

And such, as yet once more I trust to have

因此，我也好像重新得到一度的光明，

Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,

毫无阻碍地、清楚地看见她在天堂里，

Came vested all in white, pure as her mind:

全身雪白的衣裳，跟她的心地一样纯洁，

Her face was vail'd, yet to my fancied sight,

她脸上罩着薄纱，但在我幻想的眼里，

Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd

她身上清晰地放射出爱、善和娇媚，

So clear, as in no face with more delight.

再也没有别的脸，比这叫人更加喜悦。

But O as to embrace me she enclin'd

可是，啊!当她正要俯身抱我的时候，

I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night

我醒了，她逃走了，白昼又带回我的黑夜。