經典英文詩歌欣賞

　　詩歌是一種主情的文學體裁,它以抒情方式高度凝練集中地反映社會生活,用豐富的想象,富有節奏感韻律美的語言和分行排列的形式來抒發思想情感。它是世界上最古老最基本的文學形式,是語言藝術最高的表現形式。下面是小編為大家帶來，希望大家喜歡!

　　1：

　　O woman of my dreams,

　　Ivory sandalled,

　　There is none like thee among the dancers,

　　None with swift feet.

　　I have not found thee in the tents,

　　In the broken darkness.

　　I have not found thee at the well-head

　　Among the women with pitchers.

　　Thine arms are as a young sapling under the bark;

　　Thy face as a river with lights.

　　White as an almond are thy shoulders;

　　As new almonds stripped from the husk.

　　They guard thee not with eunuchs;

　　Not with bars of copper.

　　Gilt turquoise and silver are in the place of thy rest.

　　A brown robe, with threads of gold woven in

　　patterns, hast thou gathered about thee,

　　O Nathat-Ikanaie, 'Tree-at-the-river'.

　　As a rillet among the sedge are thy hands upon me;

　　Thy fingers a frosted stream.

　　Thy maidens are white like pebbles;

　　Their music about thee!

　　There is none like thee among the dancers;

　　None with swift feet.

　　2：

　　No man hath dared to write this thing as yet,

　　And yet I know, how that the souls of all men great

　　At times pass athrough us,

　　And we are melted into them, and are not

　　Save reflexions of their souls.

　　Thus am I Dante for a space and am

　　One Francois Villon, ballad-lord and thief,

　　Or am such holy ones I may not write

　　Lest blasphemy be writ against my name;

　　This for an instant and the flame is gone.

　　'Tis as in midmost us there glows a sphere

　　Translucent, molten gold, that is the "I"

　　And into this some form projects itself:

　　Christus, or John, or eke the Florentine;

　　And as the clear space is not if a form's

　　Imposed thereon,

　　So cease we from all being for the time,

　　And these, the Masters of the Soul, live on.

　　3：

　　Go, dumb-born book,

　　Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes:

　　Hadst thou but song

　　As thou hast subjects known,

　　Then were there cause in thee that should condone

　　Even my faults that heavy upon me lie

　　And build her glories their longevity.

　　Tell her that sheds

　　Such treasure in the air,

　　Recking naught else but that her graces give

　　Life to the moment,

　　I would bid them live

　　As roses might, in magic amber laid,

　　Red overwrought with orange and all made

　　One substance and one colour

　　Braving time.

　　Tell her that goes

　　With song upon her lips

　　But sings not out the song, nor knows

　　The maker of it, some other mouth,

　　May be as fair as hers,

　　Might, in new ages, gain her worshippers,

　　When our two dusts with Waller's shall be laid,

　　Siftings on siftings in oblivion,

　　Till change hath broken down

　　All things save Beauty alone.