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一些最经典的英语诗

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英语为母语的人就算没读过也听过名字的经典之作
"Nothing gold can stay"美景易逝
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.


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    来自Android客户端2楼2016-03-31 03:45
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      "Trees" (树)
      I think that I shall never see
      A poem lovely as a tree.
      A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
      Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
      A tree that looks at God all day,
      And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
      A tree that may in summer wear
      A nest of robins in her hair;
      Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
      Who intimately lives with rain.
      Poems are made by fools like me,
      But only God can make a tree.


      3楼2016-03-31 03:46
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        "The Arrow and the Song" 箭与歌
        I shot an arrow into the air,
        It fell to earth I knew not where;
        For so swiftly it flew the sight,
        Could not follow it in its flight.
        I breathed a song into the air,
        It fell to earth I knew not where;
        For who has the sight so keen and strong,
        That can follow the flight of a song.
        Long,long afterwards in an oak,
        I found the arrow still unbroke;
        And the song, from beginning to end,
        I found again in the heart of a friend.


        4楼2016-03-31 03:53
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          "Fire And Ice" 火与冰
          Some say the world will end in fire,
          Some say in ice.
          From what I've tasted of desire
          I hold with those who favor fire.
          But if it had to perish twice,
          I think I know enough of hate
          To say that for destruction ice
          Is also great
          And would suffice.


          5楼2016-03-31 04:03
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            来自iPhone客户端11楼2016-03-31 07:53
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                来自WindowsPhone客户端13楼2016-03-31 12:51
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                  For whom the bell tolls a poem (No man is an island) 丧钟为谁而鸣(没有人是孤岛)
                  摘自 Devotions upon Emergent Occasions《紧急时刻的祷告》
                  No man is an island,
                  Entire of itself.
                  Each is a piece of the continent,
                  A part of the main.
                  If a clod be washed away by the sea,
                  Europe is the less.
                  As well as if a promontory were.
                  As well as if a manor of thine own
                  Or of thine friend's were.
                  Each man's death diminishes me,
                  For I am involved in mankind.
                  Therefore, send not to know
                  For whom the bell tolls,
                  It tolls for thee.


                  14楼2016-03-31 13:44
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                    15楼2016-03-31 13:50
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                      Funeral Blues 葬礼蓝调
                      Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
                      Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
                      Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
                      Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
                      Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
                      Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
                      Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
                      Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
                      He was my North, my South, my East and West,
                      My working week and my Sunday rest,
                      My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
                      I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
                      The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
                      Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
                      Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
                      For nothing now can ever come to any good.


                      16楼2016-03-31 13:55
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                        Because I could not stop for Death 因我无法为死亡停留
                        Because I could not stop for Death –
                        He kindly stopped for me –
                        The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
                        And Immortality.
                        We slowly drove – He knew no haste
                        And I had put away
                        My labor and my leisure too,
                        For His Civility –
                        We passed the School, where Children strove
                        At Recess – in the Ring –
                        We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
                        We passed the Setting Sun –
                        Or rather – He passed Us –
                        The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
                        For only Gossamer, my Gown –
                        My Tippet – only Tulle –
                        We paused before a House that seemed
                        A Swelling of the Ground –
                        The Roof was scarcely visible –
                        The Cornice – in the Ground –
                        Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
                        Feels shorter than the Day
                        I first surmised the Horses' Heads
                        Were toward Eternity –


                        17楼2016-03-31 14:13
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