用合适的英语诗歌进行基础阶段的教学可以在培养学生的听、说、读、写等诸方面起着十分积极的作用,能激发学生对语言本身的兴趣和热爱。下面是小编带来的简单好记的英文诗，欢迎阅读!

简单好记的英文诗篇一

How Do I Love Thee?by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love with a passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

译文：我是怎样的爱你?(伊丽莎白·勃朗宁)

我是怎样的爱你?诉不尽万语千言：

我爱你的程度是那样地高深和广远，

恰似我的灵魂曾飞到了九天与黄泉，

去探索人生的奥妙，和神灵的恩典。

无论是白昼还是夜晚，我爱你不息，

像我每日必需的摄生食物不能间断。

我纯洁地爱你，不为奉承吹捧迷惑，

我勇敢地爱你，如同为正义而奋争!

爱你，以昔日的剧痛和童年的忠诚，

爱你，以眼泪、笑声及全部的生命。

要是没有你，我的心就失去了圣贤，

要是没有你，我的心就失去了激情。

假如上帝愿意，请为我作主和见证：

在我死后，我必将爱你更深，更深!

简单好记的英文诗篇二

The Reaperbehold her,single in the field,

yon solitary highland lass!

reaping and singing by herself;

stop here,or gently pass!

alone she cuts and binds the grain,

and sings a melancholy strain;

o listen!for the vale profound

is overflowing with the sound.

no nightingale did ever chaunt

more welcome notes to weary bands

of travellers in some shady haunt,

among arabian sands:

no sweeter voice was ever heard

in spring-time from the cuckoo-bird,

breaking the silence of the seas

among the farthest hebrides.

will no one tell me what she sings?

perhaps the plaintive numbers flow

for old,unhappy,for-off things,

and battles long ago:

or is it some humble lay,

familiar matter of today?

some natural sorrow,loss,or pain,

that has been, and may be again!

whate'er the theme,the maiden sang

as if her song could have no ending,

i saw her singing at her work,

and o'er the sickle bending;

i listen'd, motionless and still;

and, as i mounted up the hill,

the music in my heart i bore

long after it was heard no more.

你看她，一个人在地上，

那个孤独的山地姑娘!

独自割麦，独自在唱歌;

停在这，或者轻轻走过!

她一个人割着捆着麦子，

唱着凄凉的调子;

哦，听吧!这山谷深深，

弥漫着她的歌声。

夜莺在阿拉伯的沙漠里面，

在幻洲的某些树阴，

为疲倦的商旅所欢迎，

从没有唱得这样好听;

春天时分杜鹃鸟鸣

在极远得希伯里得斯群岛

叫破了海洋的沉静，

从没有叫出这样甜的声音。

没有人告诉我她唱的是什么，

或许是古老的不幸的哀歌

歌唱这遥远的事物，

歌唱这古代的战火;

或许是流传的民间歌谣

歌唱着今天的口碑传说?

是一些难免的悲哀，死亡或者痛苦，

以前有过，将来也会遇着。

不问内容如何，那姑娘在唱歌，

她的歌声好像中唱不完，

我看一面唱一面工作，

完着要伏在镰刀上面;

我理这静静地倾听;

待我已经登上了丘陵，

歌声早已不再听闻，

幽韵却总缭绕着我的心。

简单好记的英文诗篇三

In Rainy SeptemberIn rainy September, when leaves grow down to the dark,

I put my forehead down to the damp, seaweed-smelling sand.

The time has come. I have put off choosing for years,

perhaps whole lives. The fern has no choice but to live;

for this crime it receives earth, water, and night.

We close the door. “I have no claim on you.”

Dusk comes. “The love I have had with you is enough.”

We know we could live apart from one another.

The sheldrake floats apart from the flock.

The oaktree puts out leaves alone on the lonely hillside.

Men and women before us have accomplished this.

I would see you, and you me, once a year.

We would be two kernels, and not be planted.

We stay in the room, door closed, lights out.

I weep with you without shame and without honor.

多雨的九月多雨的九月，树叶越长越瘦，日渐灰暗，

我将前额俯伏在潮湿的沙滩，海藻腥涩。

时机已经到来。我已将选择迁延多年，

或许已是几生几世。除了活着，蕨菜没有选择;

因为这一缺憾，它承接着水、土以及黑夜。

我们关上门。“我对你一无所求”。

黄昏来临。“能享有你的爱，这已足够”。

我们知道我们可以天各一方。

毕竟，秋沙鸭会离群孤飞。

橡树在孤山脚下径自将叶子铺展。

在我们之前，男男女女都能做到这一点。

我会去见你，你也能来看我，一年一次。

我们将是两颗脱壳的谷粒，不是为了播种。

我们蛰伏在房间里，门关闭着，灯熄灭了。

我陪你一同抽泣，没有羞耻，顾不得尊严。