经典英语诗歌

　　关于经典英语诗歌1

　　初恋的感觉 Feelings Of The First Love

　　I never was struck before that hour

　　With love so sudden and so sweet

　　Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower

　　And stole my heart way complete

　　My face turned pale as dealy pale

　　My legs refused to walk away

　　And when she looked" what could I ail?".

　　My life and all seemed turned to clay.

　　我在这之前从未如此之震惊

　　这份爱情是如此的突然如此的甜蜜

　　她的脸庞像一朵盛开的鲜花

　　将我的心儿全部个的偷走了

　　我的脸颊变得像死者似地苍白

　　我的腿再也迈步不出任何步伐

　　但当她看我的时候我怎能感到丝毫的痛苦

　　我的生命以及一切都变的犹如黄土

　　And took my eyesight qyite away.

　　The trees and bushes round the place

　　Seemed midnight at noonday.

　　I could not see a single thing.

　　Words from my eyes did start.

　　They spoke as chords do from the string

　　将我的视线缓缓的离开

　　绿树与灌木环绕着这里

　　午夜犹如白日

　　我看不见别的什么了

　　我的双目在诉说

　　这话语一如丝弦上的妙音

　　And blood burnt round my heart.

　　Are flowers the winter's choice?

　　Is love's bed always snow?

　　She seemed to hear my silent voice

　　And love's appeals to know.

　　I never saw so sweet a face.

　　As that I stood before.

　　My heart has left its dwelling place

　　And can return on more.

　　我的心中的沸腾的血液燃烧成灰

　　难道爱的冰床只是白雪?

　　她似乎听到了无声的诉求

　　这份爱渴望得到她的回应

　　因为我从未见过如此甜美的脸庞

　　我像以前一样站着

　　我的心已离开了躯体

　　永无归期

　　关于经典英语诗歌2

　　By the Rivers of Babylon We Sat Down and Wept

　　在巴比伦的河边我们坐下来哭泣

　　We sat down and wept by the waters

　　Of Babel, and thought of the day

　　When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters,

　　Made Salem's high places his prey;

　　And ye, oh her desolate daughters!

　　Were scattered all weeping away.

　　在巴比伦的河边我们坐下来

　　悲痛地哭泣，我们想到那一天

　　我们的敌人如何在屠杀叫喊中，

　　焚毁了撒冷的高耸的神殿：

　　而你们，呵，她凄凉的女儿!

　　你们都号哭着四散逃散。

　　While sadly we gazed on the river

　　Which rolled on in freedom below,

　　They demanded the song; but, oh never

　　That triumph the stranger shall know!

　　May this right hand be withered for ever,

　　Ere it string our high harp for the foe!

　　当我们忧郁地坐在河边

　　看着脚下的河水自由地奔流，

　　他们命令我们歌唱;呵，绝不!

　　我们绝不在这事情上低头!

　　宁可让这只右手永远枯瘦，

　　但我们的圣琴绝不为异族弹奏!

　　On the willow that harp is suspended,

　　Oh Salem! its sound should be free;

　　And the hour when thy glories were

　　ended

　　But left me that token of thee:

　　And ne'er shall its soft tones be blended

　　With the voice of the spoiler by me!

　　我把那竖琴悬挂在柳梢头，

　　噢，撒冷!它的歌声该是自由的;

　　想到你的光荣丧尽的那一刻，

　　却把你的这遗物留在我这里：

　　呵，我绝不使它优美的音调

　　和暴虐者的声音混在一起!

　　(查良铮 译)

　　关于经典英语诗歌3

　　游子吟 A Song of the Travelling Son

　　【中文】

　　慈母手中线，

　　游子身上衣。

　　临行密密缝，

　　意恐迟迟归。

　　谁言寸草心，

　　报得三春晖。

　　【英文】

　　A Song of the Travelling Son

　　A thread in a mother's loving hand,

　　Makes up the clothes for her travelling son.

　　Knitting all her affection into every stitch,

　　She's worrying he'd be away for too long.

　　-- How could the grateful humble grass

　　Ever repay the kindness of the generous sun?