5首美丽的英文诗 (2)

1、I wish I could rememberby Christina RossettiI wish I could remember that first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me, If bright or dim the season, it might be Summer or Winter for aught I can say; So unrecorded did it slip away, So blind was I to see and to foresee, So dull to mark the bu

2、dding of my tree That would not blossom for many a May. If only I could recollect it, such A day of days! I let it come and go As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow; It seemed to mean so little, meant so much; If only now I could recall that touch, First touch of hand in handDid one but know!Never g

3、ive all the heartby W. B. YeatsNever give all the heart, for loveWill hardly seem worth thinking ofTo passionate women if it seemCertain, and they never dreamThat it fades out from kiss to kiss;For everything that's lovely isBut a brief, dreamy, kind delight.O never give the heart outright,For t

4、hey, for all smooth lips can say,Have given their hearts up to the play.And who could play it well enoughIf deaf and dumb and blind with love?He that made this knows all the cost,For he gave all his heart and lost.Nothing to Saveby D. H. LawrenceThere is nothing to save, now all is lost,but a tiny c

5、ore of stillness in the heartlike the eye of a violet.To the Moon by Percy Bysshe ShelleyArt thoupale for wearinessOf climbing Heaven,and gazing on the earth,Wandering companionlessAmong the starsthat have a different birth,-And ever changing,like a joyless eyeThat finds no objectworth its constancy

6、?What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why(Sonnet XLIII)by Edna St. Vincent MillayWhat lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say