最优美的英文诗歌
每一个诗人都有自己的风格，每一个人也有自己喜欢的风格，总有一首诗歌曾让大家感叹。接下来小编搜集了最优美的英文诗歌，仅供大家参考，希望帮助到大家。
篇一：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."
篇二：A Red, Red Rose
O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in Luve am I,
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry!
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
篇三：When I Was One-and-Twenty
When I was one-and-twenty
heard a wise man say,
"Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free."
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
"The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
'Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue."
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.
篇四：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!
篇五：If You Think You Are
If you think you are beaten, you are
If you think you dare not, you don't
If you think to win but you think you can't
It's almost certain you won't
If you think you'll lose, you've lost
For out of the world we find
Success begins with a person's will
It's all in the state of mind
If you think you're outclassed, you are
You've got to think height to rise
You've got to be sure of yourself
Before you can ever win a prize
Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man
But sooner or later the man who wins
Is the man WHO THINKS HE CAN!
篇六：Hope Is the Thing with Feathers
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune-without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
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