優美的英文簡短散文詩

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篇一：The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

and sorry I coul not travel both.

And be one traveler,

long I stoodand looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then too the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that, the passing there

Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay,

In leaves no step had trodded black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh,

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged i a woo, and I

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

篇二： Loves Secret

Never seek to tell thy love,

Love that never told shall be;

For the gentle wind does move

Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,

I told her all my heart,

Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.

Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,

A traveller came by,

Silently, invisibly:

He took her with a sigh.

篇三：There is another sky

There is another sky,

Ever serene and fair,

And there is another sunshine,

Though it be darkness there;

Never mind faded forests, Austin,

Never mind silent fields

Here is a little forest,

Whose leaf is ever green;

Here is a brighter garden,

Where not a frost has been;

In its unfading flowers

I hear the bright bee hum:

Prithee, my brother,

Into my garden come!

篇四：Rain

The day is cold,and dark,and dreary;

It rains,and the wind is never weary;

The vine still clings to the moldering wall,

But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold and dark and dreary;

It rains and the wind is never weary;

My though still cling to the moldering past,

But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,

And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still,sad heart!And cease repining;

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

Thy fate is the common fate of all,

Into each life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary.

篇五：The Frst Encounter

The lyric lad intones under the moon

Can I have a chance to meet you, I croon

If it were a love from the love divine

I would cherish you, and cherish you fine

I read your solitude in your heart sole

I see your loneliness deep in your soul

If I were in my former life

A lilac in the rain

I drooped low, for you

If I were in my present life

A poplar in the wind

I stood high, for you

Should mountains have no peeks

Should terrains have no cracks

I would not part from you

篇六：Life is A Journey

From the hell to the heaven,

Theres no straight way to walk.

Sometimes up, sometimes down.

Hope creates a heaven for us,

Despair makes a hell for us.

Some choices are waiting for me,

Which one on earth is better?

No God in the world can help me,

Choosing is the 1)byname of freedom,

Different choice makes different future.

Its stupid to put eyes on others.

I have to make up my own mind,

Going my way to the destination.

Facing success or failure,

Its no need to care too much.

Only if Ive tried my best,

Its enough for my simple life.

篇七：Spring Quiet

Gone were but the Winter,

Come were but the Spring,

I would go to a covert

Where the birds sing;

Where in the whitethorn

Singeth a thrush,

And a robin sings

In the holly-bush.

Full of fresh scents

Are the budding boughs

Arching high over

A cool green house;

Full of sweet scents,

And whispering air

Which sayeth softly:

"We spread no snare;

"Here dwell in safety,

Here dwell alone,

With a clear stream

And a mossy stone.

"Here the sun shineth Most shadily;

Here is heard an echo

Of the far sea,

Though far off it be."

篇八：Lucy

She delt among the untrodden ways

Beside the springs of Dove,

A maid whom there were none to praise

And very few to love

A violet by a mossy stone

Half hidden from the eye!

Fair as aa star, when only one

Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know

When Lucy ceased to be;

But she is in her grave, and, oh,

The difference to me!