大學生個人朗誦英文詩

　　詩歌是美妙的音樂，用它跳躍的音符譜寫生活的旋律。那麼醉人那麼貼心。下面是小編整理的的英文詩歌，歡迎大家閱讀。

　　英文詩歌篇一

　　Oh Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done,

　　The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,

　　The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

　　While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

　　But Oh heart! heart! heart!

　　Oh the bleeding drops of red!

　　Where on the deck my Captain lies,

　　Fallen cold and dead.

　　Oh Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

　　Rise up -for you the flag is flung -for you the bugle trills,

　　For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores crowding,

　　For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turing;

　　Here, Captain! dear father!

　　This arm beneath your head;

　　It is some dream that on the deck

　　You've fallen cold and dead.

　　My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

　　My father does not feel my arm , he has no pulse nor will;

　　The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;

　　From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

　　Exult, Oh shores! and ring, Oh bells!

　　But I,with mournful tread,

　　Walk the deck my captain lies,

　　Fallen cold and dead.

　　英文詩歌篇二：Remember me

　　--- Christina Rossetti

　　Remember me when I am gone away,

　　Gone far away into the silent land;

　　When you can no more hold me by the hand,

　　Nor I half turn to go ,yet turning stay.

　　Remember me when no more day by day

　　You tell me of our future that planned:

　　Only remember me ;you understand

　　It will be late to counsel then or pray.

　　Yet if you should forget me for a while

　　And afterwards remember,do not grieve:

　　For it darkness and corruption leave

　　A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

　　Better by far you should forget and smile

　　Than that you should remember and be sad. "

　　英文詩歌篇三

　　The Goodness of Life

　　Though there is much to be concerned about, there is far, far more for which to be thankful. Though life’s goodness can at times be overshadowed, it is never outweighed.

　　For every single act that is senselessly destructive, there are thousands more small, quiet acts of love, kindness and compassion. For every person who seeks to hurt, there are many, many more who devote their lives to helping and to healing.

　　There is goodness to life that cannot be denied.

　　In the most magnificent vistas and in the smallest details, look closely, for that goodness always comes shining through.

　　There is no limit to the goodness of life. It grows more abundant with each new encounter. The more you experience and appreciate the goodness of life, the more there is to be lived.

　　Even when the cold winds blow and the world seems to be covered in foggy shadows, the goodness of life lives on. Open your eyes, open your heart, and you will see that goodness is everywhere.

　　Though the goodness of life seems at times to suffer setbacks, it always endures. For in the darkest moment it becomes vividly clear that life is a priceless treasure. And so the goodness of life is made even stronger by the very things that would oppose it.

　　Time and time again when you feared it was gone forever you found that the goodness of life was really only a moment away. Around the next corner, inside every moment, the goodness of life is there to surprise and delight you.

　　Take a moment to let the goodness of life touch your spirit and calm your thoughts. Then, share your good fortune with another. For the goodness of life grows more and more magnificent each time it is given away.

　　Though the problems constantly scream for attention and the conflicts appear to rage ever stronger, the goodness of life grows stronger still, quietly, peacefully, with more purpose and meaning than ever before.

　　英文詩歌篇四

　　When You Are Old

　　When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

　　And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

　　And slowly read,and dream of the soft look,

　　Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep;

　　How many loved your moments of glad grace,

　　And loved your beauty with love false or true,

　　But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,

　　And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

　　And bending down beside the glowing bars,

　　Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled,