经典英文诗歌（通用16首）

在日常学习、工作和生活中，大家总免不了要接触或使用诗歌吧，诗歌能使人们自然而然地受到语言的触动。其实很多朋友都不太清楚什么样的诗歌才是好的诗歌，以下是小编帮大家整理的经典英文诗歌，仅供参考，希望能够帮助到大家。

经典英文诗歌 1

And the cawing rooks are meeting

In the elms a noisy crowd.

All the birds are singing loud,

And the first white butterfly

In the sunshine dances by.

Look around you, look around !

Flowers in all the fields abound,

Every running stream is bright,

All the orchard trees are white,

And each small and waving shoot

Promises sweet autumn fruit.

经典英文诗歌 2

If you want to keep positive

If you hate being negative

Just come down to my dream

And come down with a smile

It is my own world

I will show you the method

To be happy and positive

And say goodbye to negative

There has everything

Has all the happy thing

You just need to enjoy

And leave with a smile

Although you arent here

With no my dreams there

Dont forget to smile

And never lose smile

经典英文诗歌 3

Twinkle,twinkle,little,star,

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky.

Twinkle,twinkle,little,star,

How I wonder what you are!

经典英文诗歌 4

A Flower blooms

In winter’s chill

Though Darkness looms

It remains still.

Throughout the storms

Of snow and hail

The Flower forms

Its figure frail

Then springtime dawns

And on the ground

Flower is not gone

Though others abound

A young man sees

The flowers sway

With gentle breeze

He walks their way

And for his maiden

picks one out

Nature’s game played

Without a doubt

A Flower picked

For lovers’ will

A Flower born

In winter’s chill

经典英文诗歌 5

Over the years

As we grow old,

We remember our father

So brave and bold.

In the garden,

Leaning on the plow,

He would listen to me;

I see him now.

He would give advice

And understand;

He was always there

To lend a hand.

God made fathers

Strong and firm,

For he knew our lives

Would have great concerns.

So he gave us fathers

To teach us to pray,

And guide our lives,

And show us the way.

So on his day

Lets take the time

To say "Thanks, dad. Im glad youre mine."

经典英文诗歌 6

by Robert Louis Stevenson

In the other gardens

And all up the vale,

From the autumn bonfires

See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over

And all the summer flowers,

The red fire blazes,

The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!

Something bright in all!

Flowers in the summer,

Fires in the fall!

经典英文诗歌 7

Proud Maisie is in the wood,

Walking so early;

Sweet Robin sits on the bush,

Singing so rarely.

“tell me ,thou bonny bird,

when shall I marry me?”

-“when six braw gentlemen

kirkward shall carry ye.”

“who makes the bridal bed,

birdie, say truly?”

-“The gray-headed sexton

That delves the grave duly.

“The glowworm o’er grave and stone

Shall light thee steady;

The owl from the steeple sing,

Welcome, proud lady.”

经典英文诗歌 8

I thought it boring

Do nothing I want

Trying

Trying and trying

I found it boring

Ending

I thought it interesting

Do what I want

Doing

Doing and doing

I found it exciting

Continuing

经典英文诗歌 9

It’s the anarchy of poverty

Delights me, the old

Yellow wooden house indented

Among the new brick tenements

Or a cast iron balcony

With panels showing oak branches

In full leaf. It fits

The dress of the children

Reflecting every stage and

Custom of necessity—

Chimney roof fences of

Wood and metal in an unfenced

Age and enclosing next to

Nothing at all: the old man

In a sweater and soft black

Hat who sweeps the sidewalk—

His own ten feet of it—

In a wind that fitfully

Turning his corner has

Overwhelmed the entire city

经典英文诗歌 10

For years I had been searching

for that perfect fantasy

But

I find it in my arms

right now

you are all to me

经典英文诗歌 11

the hand that rocks the cradle

blessing on the hand of women!

angels guard its strength and grace,

in the palace, cottage, hovel,

oh, no matter where the place;

would that never storms assailed it,

rainbows ever gently curled;

for the hand that rocks the cradle

is the hand that rules the world.

infancys the tender fountain,

power may with beauty flow,

mothers first to guide the streamlets

from them souls unresting grow-

grow on for the good or evil,

sunshine streamed or evil hurled;

for the hand that rocks the cradle

is the hand that rules the world.

经典英文诗歌 12

She always leaned to watch for us .

Anxious if we were late ,

In winter by the window ,

In summer by the gate ;

And though we mocked her tenderly ,

Who had such foonich care ,

The long way home would seem more safe ,

Because she waited there .

Her thoughts were all so full of us

She never could forget !

And so I think that where she is

She must be watching yet,

Waiting till we come home to her

Anxious if we are late

Watching from Heavens window

Leaning from Heavens gate.

经典英文诗歌 13

Father land,my father land.

Land of mine underneath a starry sky.

So close to us where peace and love reign forever.

His golden crown shines the mist in the air.

Oh,China,we salute you!

Yours is the glory and the beauty.

Sons and daughters,lets join together.

To live in peace where man is free.

Oh,China!Our home and native land!

You gave patriotism to all your sons.

This is China,the Rose of the earth.

Land of the brave where no evil foot could wander.

Home of the free where brotherhood is sown.

Hail to you China,my own.

经典英文诗歌 14

Never give up,

Never lose hope.

Always have faith,

It allows you to cope.

Trying times will pass,

As they always do.

Just have patience,

Your dreams will come true.

So put on a smile,

Youll live through your pain.

Know it will pass,

And strength you will gain

经典英文诗歌 15

Hiding your face in my neck

and hiding your hands in my hair

hiding your lips on my lips

to stop the words before I speak

hiding in the space around

the space I have dressed you in

wings of hardened spirit

Angelot， a new day is here，hide your sobs and feed me

the slow pearls of dew drops.

经典英文诗歌 16

The tide rises， the tide falls，

The twilight darkens， the curlew calls;

Along the sea-sands damp and brown

The traveller hastens toward the town，

And the tide rises， the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls，

But the sea， the sea in the darkness calls;

the little waves， with their soft， white hands，

Efface the footprints in the sands，

And the tide rises， the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls

Stamp and neigh， as the hostler calls;

The day returns， but nevermore

Returns the traveller to the shore，

And the tide rises， the tide falls.

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow， 1807-1882