關於讚美秋天的英文詩歌欣賞
秋天是美麗的。秋天像一幅畫，秋天像一首詩，秋天像一首歌，秋天像一個美麗的童話。小編整理了關於讚美秋天的英文詩歌，歡迎閱讀!
關於讚美秋天的英文詩歌篇一
That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold
William Shakespere
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
as after sunset fadeth in the west;
which by and by black night doth take away,
death's second self, that seals all up in rest.
In me thou see'st the golwing of such fire,
that on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
as the death-bed whereon it must expire,
consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
to love that well which thou must leave ere long.
在我身上你或許會看見秋天
【英】 威廉·莎士比亞
在我身上你或許會看見秋天，
當黃葉，或盡脫，或只三三兩兩
掛在瑟縮的枯枝上索索抖顫——
荒廢的歌壇，那裡百鳥曾合唱。
在我身上你或許會看見暮靄，
它在日落後向西方徐徐消退：
黑夜，死的化身，漸漸把它趕開，
嚴靜的安息籠住紛壇的萬類。
在我身上你或許會看見餘燼，
它在青春的寒灰裡奄奄一息，
在慘淡靈床上早晚總要斷魂，
給那滋養過它的烈焰所銷燬。
看見了這些，你的愛就會加強，
因為他轉瞬要辭你溘然長往。
關於讚美秋天的英文詩歌篇二
A Fall Song
by Ellen Robena Field
Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, "Winter is near;"
And the brown nuts fall
At the wind's loud call,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Good-by, sweet flowers!
Through bright Summer hours
You have filled our hearts with cheer
We shall miss you so,
And yet you must go,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Now the days grow cold,
As the year grows old,
And the meadows are brown and sere;
Brave robin redbreast
Has gone from his nest,
For this is the Fall of the year.
I do softly pray
At the close of day,
That the little children, so dear,
May as purely grow
As the fleecy snow
That follows the Fall of the year.
關於讚美秋天的英文詩歌篇三
If You Were Coming in the Fall
如果你在秋天到來
If you were coming in the Fall,
I’d brush the summer by
With half a smile, and half a spurn,
As Housewives do, a Fly。
If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls—
And put them each in separate Drawers,
For fear the numbers fuse—
If only Centuries, delayed,
I’d count them on my hand,
Subtracting, till my fingers dropped
Into Van Dieman’s Land。
If certain, When this life was out—
That your’s and mine, should be
I’d toss it yonder, like a Rind,
And take Eternity—
But, now, uncertain of the length
Of this, that is between,
It goads me, like the Goblin Bee—
That will not state-it’s sting。
如果你在秋天到來，
我將輕拂夏日而過
半帶微笑，半帶棄絕，
如家庭主婦把蒼蠅撲捉。
如果能在一年之中將你盼來，
我將把月份纏繞成一個個紗球—
把它們分開，各自放進抽屜，
以免這些數字熔合，不在分開—
如果只是延至數個世紀，
我願搬弄手指度日數數，
逐日遞減，直到手指全部掉入
塔斯馬尼亞島嶼的土地。
如果確定無疑，當今生度完—
它應屬於你和我，
我願把它，像果殼，扔向遙遠，
去到來生把你贏得—
而目前，日期遙遙，
等待無期，天各一方，
像妖蜂，使我傷痛不已—
無法訴說—如刺如燎。