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关于赞美秋天的英文诗句篇一

Farewell to the Farm

by Robert Louis Stevenson

The coach is at the door at last;

The eager children, mounting fast

And kissing hands, in chorus sing:

Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

To house and garden, field and lawn,

The meadow-gates we swang upon,

To pump and stable, tree and swing,

Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

And fare you well for evermore,

O ladder at the hayloft door,

O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,

Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

Crack goes the whip, and off we go;

The trees and houses smaller grow;

Last, round the woody turn we sing:

Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

关于赞美秋天的英文诗句篇二

If You Were Coming in the Fall

如果你在秋天到来

If you were coming in the Fall,

I’d brush the summer by

With half a smile, and half a spurn,

As Housewives do, a Fly。

If I could see you in a year,

I’d wind the months in balls—

And put them each in separate Drawers,

For fear the numbers fuse—

If only Centuries, delayed,

I’d count them on my hand,

Subtracting, till my fingers dropped

Into Van Dieman’s Land。

If certain, When this life was out—

That your’s and mine, should be

I’d toss it yonder, like a Rind,

And take Eternity—

But, now, uncertain of the length

Of this, that is between,

It goads me, like the Goblin Bee—

That will not state-it’s sting。

如果你在秋天到来，

我将轻拂夏日而过

半带微笑，半带弃绝，

如家庭主妇把苍蝇扑捉。

如果能在一年之中将你盼来，

我将把月份缠绕成一个个纱球—

把它们分开，各自放进抽屉，

以免这些数字熔合，不在分开—

如果只是延至数个世纪，

我愿搬弄手指度日数数，

逐日递减，直到手指全部掉入

塔斯马尼亚岛屿的土地。

如果确定无疑，当今生度完—

它应属于你和我，

我愿把它，像果壳，扔向遥远，

去到来生把你赢得—

而目前，日期遥遥，

等待无期，天各一方，

像妖蜂，使我伤痛不已—

无法诉说—如刺如燎。

关于赞美秋天的英文诗句篇三

To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun,

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair sort-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,

Dows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers.

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

Steady thy laden head across a brook;

Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a waiful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The red-breast whistles form a garden-croft;

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

雾气洋溢、果实圆熟的秋，

你和成熟的太阳成为友伴;

你们密谋用累累的珠球，

缀满茅屋檐下的葡萄藤蔓;

使屋前的老树背负着苹果，

让熟味透进果实的心中，

使葫芦胀大，鼓起了榛子壳，

好塞进甜核;又为了蜜蜂

一次一次开放过迟的花朵，

使它们以为日子将永远暖和，

因为夏季早填满它们的粘巢。

谁不经常看见你伴着谷仓?

在田野里也可以把你找到，

弥有时随意坐在打麦场上，

让发丝随着簸谷的风轻飘;

有时候，为罂粟花香所沉迷，

你倒卧在收割一半的田垄，

让镰刀歇在下一畦的花旁;

或者.像拾穗人越过小溪，

你昂首背着谷袋，投下倒影，

或者就在榨果架下坐几点钟，

你耐心地瞧着徐徐滴下的酒浆。

啊.春日的歌哪里去了?

但不要想这些吧，你也有你的音乐

当波状的云把将逝的一天映照，

以胭红抹上残梗散碎的田野，

这时啊，河柳下的一群小飞虫

就同奏哀音，它们忽而飞高，

忽而下落，随着微风的起灭;

篱下的蟋蟀在歌唱，在园中

红胸的知更鸟就群起呼哨;

而群羊在山圈里高声默默咩叫;

丛飞的燕子在天空呢喃不歇。