第一篇：英文詩(shī)歌朗誦競(jìng)賽自選材料

Sonnets by Shakespeare

Sonnet 3 Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest, Now is the time that face should form another, Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.For where is she so fair whose uneared womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb, Of his self-love to stop posterity? Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime, So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.But if thou live remembered not to be, Die single and thine image dies with thee.Sonnet 9 Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye, That thou consum'st thy self in single life? Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to die, The world will wail thee like a makeless wife, The world will be thy widow and still weep, That thou no form of thee hast left behind, When every private widow well may keep, By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind: Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;But beauty's waste hath in the world an end, And kept unused the user so destroys it: No love toward others in that bosom sits That on himself such murd'rous shame commits.Sonnet 21 So is it not with me as with that muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven it self for ornament doth use, And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems: With April's first-born flowers and all things rare, That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.O let me true in love but truly write, And then believe me, my love is as fair, As any mother's child, though not so bright As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air: Let them say more that like of hearsay well, I will not praise that purpose not to sell.Sonnet

O how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring: And what is't but mine own when I praise thee? Even for this, let us divided live, And our dear love lose name of single one, That by this separation I may give: That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone: O absence what a torment wouldst thou prove, Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave, To entertain the time with thoughts of love, Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive.And that thou teachest how to make one twain, By praising him here who doth hence remain.Sonnet

What's in the brain that ink may character, Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit, What's new to speak, what now to register, That may express my love, or thy dear merit? Nothing sweet boy, but yet like prayers divine, I must each day say o'er the very same, Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine, Even as when first I hallowed thy fair name.So that eternal love in love's fresh case, Weighs not the dust and injury of age, Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place, But makes antiquity for aye his page, Finding the first conceit of love there bred, Where time and outward form would show it dead.Emily Dickinson

A charm invests a face

A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld.The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies, Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.A Red Red Rose by Robert Burns

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 played in tune.As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I;And I will luve 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 luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run.And fare thee weel, my only Luve, And fare thee weel awhile!And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.BEAUTY John Masefield

Have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain: I have seen the lady April bringing in the daffodils，Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea, And seen strange lands from under the arched white sails of ships;But the loveliest things of beauty God ever has showed to me

Are her voice, and her hair, and eyes, and the dear red curve of her lips.Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast as Thou Art by John Keats

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient sleepless eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors;No yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever or else swoon to death.Come live with me and be my love Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields.And we will sit upon the rocks，Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;A gown made of the finest wool

Which from our pretty lambs we pull;Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of th purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds，With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.Unlike We Are Unlike Oh Princely Heart by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!Unlike our uses and our destinies.Our ministering two angels look surprise On one another, as they strike athwart Their wings in passing.Thou, bethink thee, art A guest for queens to social pageantries, With gages from a hundred brighter eyes Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part Of chief musician.What hast thou to do With looking from the lattice-lights at me, A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree? The chrism is on thine head, on mine, the dew And Death must dig the level where these agree

A Poison Tree by William Blake

I was angry with my friend;I told my wrath, my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.And I waterd it in fears, Night and morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright.And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine.And into my garden stole.When the night had veiled the pole;In the morning glad I see, My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.Nightingales by Robert Bridges

Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams wherefrom Ye learn your song:

Where are those starry woods? O might I wander there, Among the flowers, which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long!.Nay, barren are those mountains and spent the streams: Our song is the voice of desire, that haunts our dreams, A throe of the heart，Whose pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, No dying cadence, nor long sigh can sound, For all our art.Alone, aloud in the raptured ear of men We pour our dark nocturnal secret;and then, As night is withdrawn

From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn.Peace by Rupert Brooke

Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power, To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping，Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary, Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move, And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary, And all the little emptiness of love!

Oh!we, who have known shame, we have found release there, Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending, Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;

Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there But only agony, and that has ending;

And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.She Walks In Beauty

by Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face;Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place.And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

Gold Leaves by G.K.Chesterton

Lo!I am come to autumn, When all the leaves are gold;Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out The year and I are old.In youth I sought the prince of men, Captain in cosmic wars, Our Titan, even the weeds would show Defiant, to the stars.But now a great thing in the street Seems any human nod, Where shift in strange democracy The million masks of God.In youth I sought the golden flower Hidden in wood or wold, But I am come to autumn, When all the leaves are gold.Beautiful Dreamer by Stephen Foster

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me，Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;Sounds of the rude world heard in the day, Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song, List while I woo thee with soft melody;Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea, Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;Over the streamlet vapors are borne, Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart, E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;Then will all clouds of sorrow depart，Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

The Road not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took 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 trodden 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 in a wood, and I-I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.Once By The Ocean by Robert Frost

The shattered water made a misty din.Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never did to land before.The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.You could not tell, and yet it looked as if The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff, The cliff in being backed by continent;It looked as if a night of dark intent Was coming, and not only a night, an age.Someone had better be prepared for rage.There would be more than ocean-water broken Before God's last Put out the light was spoken.I Hear an Army by James Joyce

I hear an army charging upon the land, And the thunder of horses plunging;foam about their knees: Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand, Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the Charioteers.They cry into the night their battle name: I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame, Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.They come shaking in triumph their long grey hair: They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair? My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?

To Autumn by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel;to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook;Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;Hedge-crickets sing;and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.Piano by D.H.Lawrence

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour With the great black piano appassionato.The glamour Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.Reaper And The Flowers by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There is a Reaper whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen，He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.``Shall I have nought that is fair?'' saith he;``Have nought but the bearded grain?

Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.''

He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves;It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.``My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,'' The Reaper said, and smiled;

``Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.``They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care，And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.''

And the mother gave, in tears and pain, The flowers she most did love;

She knew she should find them all again In the fields of light above.O, not in cruelty, not in wrath, The Reaper came that day;

'Twas an angel visited the green earth, And took the flowers away.Christmas Bells by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till, ringing, singing on its way The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound The Carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said;‘For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: ‘God is not dead;nor doth he sleep!The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!’

THE WILD DUCK by John Masefield

Twilight.Red in the West.Dimness.A glow on the wood.The teams plod home to rest.The wild duck come to glean.O souls not understood, What a wild cry in the pool;

What things have the farm ducks seen That they cry so--huddle and cry? Only the soul that goes.Eager.Eager.Flying.Over the globe of the moon, Over the wood that glows.Wings linked.Necks a-strain, A rush and a wild crying.A cry of the long pain

In the reeds of a steel lagoon, In a land that no man knows.When you are old by William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.Friends by William Butler Yeats

Now must I these three praise Three women that have wrought What joy is in my days: One because no thought, Nor those unpassing cares, No, not in these fifteen Many-times-troubled years, Could ever come between Mind and delighted mind;And one because her hand Had strength that could unbind What none can understand, What none can have and thrive, Youth's dreamy load, till she So changed me that I live Labouring in ecstasy.And what of her that took All till my youth was gone With scarce a pitying look? How could I praise that one? When day begins to break I count my good and bad, Being wakeful for her sake, Remembering what she had, What eagle look still shows, While up from my heart's root So great a sweetness flows I shake from head to foot.SLEEP by Sir Philip Sidney

Come, Sleep;O Sleep!the certain knot of peace.The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, Th' indifferent judge between the high and low;With shield of proof shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw: O make in me those civil wars to cease;I will good tribute pay, if thou do so.Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind of light, A rosy garland and a weary head;

And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.Sound and Sense by Alexander Pope

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.'Tis not enough no harshness gives offense, The sound must seem an echo to the sense: Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows，And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows;But when loud surges lash the sounding shore，The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar;When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labors, and the words move slow;Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain，F(xiàn)lies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main.Hear how Timotheus' varied lays surprise, And bid alternate passions fall and rise!

O Captain My Captain by Walt Whitman

O Captain my Captain!our fearful trip is done, The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;But O heart!heart!heart!O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.O Captain!my Captain!rise up and hear the bells;Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;Here Captain!dear father!This arm beneath your head!It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;Exult O shores, and ring O bells!But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.The Tables Turned by William Wordsworth

The Tables Turned(An Evening Scene on the Same Subject)

Up!up!my Friend, and quit your books;Or surely you'll grow double: Up!up!my Friend, and clear your looks;Why all this toil and trouble?

The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow.Books!'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music!on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.And hark!how blithe the throstle sings!He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your Teacher.She has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth breathed by cheerfulness.One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect.Enough of Science and of Art;Close up those barren leaves;Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.Forget Not Yet by Thomas Wyatt

Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant My great travail so gladly spent Forget not yet.Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye knew, since whan The suit, the service, none tell can, Forget not yet.Forget not yet the great assays，The cruel wrongs, the scornful ways, The painful patience in denays Forget not yet.Forget not yet, forget not this, How long ago hath been, and is, The mind that never means amiss;Forget not yet.Forget not yet thine own approved, The which so long hath thee so loved, Whose steadfast faith yet never moved, Forget not this.

第二篇：英文詩(shī)歌朗誦

Believe in the Future相信未來(lái)

When cobwebs relentlessly clog my stove當(dāng)蜘蛛網(wǎng)無(wú)情地查封了我的爐臺(tái)，When its dying smoke sighs for poverty當(dāng)灰燼的余煙嘆息著貧困的悲哀，I will stubbornly dig out the disappointing ashes我依然固執(zhí)地鋪平失望的灰燼，And write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the Future用美麗的雪花寫(xiě)下：相信未來(lái)。

When my overripe grapes melt into late autumn dew當(dāng)我的紫葡萄化為深秋的露水，When my fresh flower lies in another's arms當(dāng)我的鮮花依偎在別人的情懷，I will stubbornly write on the bleak earth我依然固執(zhí)地用凝霜的枯藤，With a dry frozen vine: Believe in the Future在凄涼的大地上寫(xiě)下：相信未來(lái)。I point to the waves billowing in the distance我要用手指那涌向天邊的排浪，I want to be the sea that holds the sun in its palm我要用手掌那托住太陽(yáng)的大海，Take hold of the beautiful warm pen of the dawn搖曳著曙光那枝溫暖漂亮的筆桿 And write with a child-like hand: Believe in the Future用孩子的筆體寫(xiě)下：相信未來(lái)。The reason why I believe so resolutely in the future is: 我之所以堅(jiān)定地相信未來(lái)，I believe in the eyes of the people of the future是我相信未來(lái)人們的眼睛—— Their eyelashes that can brush away the ash of history她有撥開(kāi)歷史風(fēng)塵的睫毛，Their pupils that can see through the texts of time她有看透歲月篇章的瞳孔。It doesn't matter whether people shed contrite tears不管人們對(duì)于我們腐爛的皮肉，F(xiàn)or our rotten flesh, or our hesitancy, or the bitterness of our failure那些迷途的惆悵、失敗的苦痛，Whether they view us with sneers or deep-felt sympathy是寄予感動(dòng)的熱淚、深切的同情，Or scornful smiles or pungent satire還是給以輕蔑的微笑、辛辣的嘲諷。I firmly believe that people will judge our spines我堅(jiān)信人們對(duì)于我們的脊骨，And our endless explorations, losses, failures and successes那無(wú)數(shù)次的探索、迷途、失敗和成功，With an enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluation一定會(huì)給予熱情、客觀、公正的評(píng)定。

Yes, I await their judgement anxiously是的，我焦急地等待著他們的評(píng)定。Friends, please let us believe in the future朋友，堅(jiān)定地相信未來(lái)吧，Believe in our unbending striving相信不屈不撓的努力，Believe in our youth that can conquer death相信戰(zhàn)勝死亡的年輕，Believe in the Future: believe in Life.相信未來(lái)、熱愛(ài)生命。

Never forget Your presence is a gift to the world.你的存在是獻(xiàn)給世界地一份厚禮

You're unique and one of a kind.你是唯一的，是獨(dú)一無(wú)二的 Your life can be what you want it to be 你想要的生活能成為現(xiàn)實(shí) Take it one day at a time.日子要一天天的過(guò)

Focus on your blessings, not your troubles.多關(guān)注好事，而不是煩惱 And you'll make it through what comes along.不論有什么困難，你都能克服

Have belief in your ability.相信你的能力

Persist, have courage, be strong.要有毅力、有勇氣，要身心堅(jiān)強(qiáng)

Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.焦慮最浪費(fèi)精力 The longer a problem is carried, 問(wèn)題拖的越久 the heavier it gets.就變得越沉重

Don't take things too seriously.不要事事都太計(jì)較

Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.過(guò)平靜的生活，不要活在悔恨之中 Don't put limits on yourself.不要自我設(shè)限

Your dreams are waiting to be realized.你的夢(mèng)想等著你去實(shí)現(xiàn) Don't waste time making excuses.不要浪費(fèi)時(shí)間找種種借口 Reach for your peak, your goal!

攀登你的顛峰，追求你的目標(biāo)

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood，And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth；

Then took the other, as just as fair，And having perhaps the better claim，Because it was grassy and wanted wear(磨損)；

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 trodden（踩）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 in a wood，and I--

I took the one less traveled by，And that has made all the difference.沒(méi)有走過(guò)的路

羅伯特·弗羅斯特

金色的樹(shù)林路分兩條，遺憾不能兩條都到。

孤獨(dú)的我長(zhǎng)久佇立，極日眺望其中一條，直到它在灌叢中淹沒(méi)掉。

然后我公平地選擇了另外一條，或許理由更加充分，因?yàn)樗萆钚枰腥松先プ咦摺?/p>

說(shuō)到有多少人從上面走過(guò)

兩條路磨損得還真是差不多。

而且那天早晨?jī)蓷l路都靜靜地躺著，覆蓋在上面的樹(shù)葉都沒(méi)有被踩黑，噢，我把第一條路留給了下一次！

但我知道前方的路變幻莫測(cè)，我懷疑我是否應(yīng)該回來(lái)……

多年以后在某個(gè)地方，我將嘆息著講述這件事：

樹(shù)林里路分兩條，而我——

選擇了行人較少的那條，就這樣一切便發(fā)生了改變。

Bring it all back

找回自己

Don't stop, never give up, 不要停頓，永不放棄，Hold your head high高昂起頭 Reach the top.到達(dá)頂峰。

Let the world see what you have got, 讓世界看見(jiàn)你的收獲，Bring it all back to you.找回自己。

Hold on what you try to be, 堅(jiān)持自己想達(dá)到的境地，Your individuality |indi,vidju'?liti|個(gè)體.堅(jiān)持自我。

When the world is on your shoulders, 當(dāng)世界的重?fù)?dān)壓到了你的肩頭時(shí)，Just smile and let it go.笑一笑，讓它去。If people try to put you down, 如果有人打擊你，Just walk on by, don't turn around, 走過(guò)去，不要回頭，You only have to answer to yourself.你只須負(fù)責(zé)自己。

Don't you know it's true what they say, 難道你不知道他們說(shuō)的是真的，That life, it isn't easy, 生活，不容易，But your time's coming around, 但你的時(shí)機(jī)將會(huì)來(lái)到，So do not stop trying.千萬(wàn)別停滯不進(jìn)取。

When the world seems to get too tough, 當(dāng)世界仿佛變得太艱難時(shí)，Bring it all back to you.找回自己。

Try not to worry about a thing.努力不為任何事?lián)鷳n，Enjoy the times life can bring.享受生活能帶來(lái)的好時(shí)光。Keep it all inside you, 讓這一切留在你心里，Gotta let the feelings show.得讓自己的感情流露。Imagination is the key, 幻想就是答案，'Cause you are your own destiny ['destini].因?yàn)槟憔褪亲约旱拿\(yùn)。You never should be lonely, 你永遠(yuǎn)不必孤獨(dú)，When time is on your side.當(dāng)時(shí)間支持著你。

Don't you know it's true what they say, 難道你不知道他們說(shuō)的是真的，Things are sent to try you.這些事都是為了考驗(yàn)?zāi)恪ut your time's coming around, 但你的時(shí)機(jī)將會(huì)來(lái)到，So do not stop trying.千萬(wàn)別停滯不進(jìn)取。

Don't you know it's true what they say, 難道你不知道他們說(shuō)的是真的，Things happen for a reason.事情發(fā)生都有道理。But your time's coming around, 但你的時(shí)機(jī)將會(huì)來(lái)到 So do not stop trying.千萬(wàn)別停滯不進(jìn)取。

THE SIGNIFICANCE OF FAILURE

Robert H.Schuller

Failure doesn’t mean you are a failure，It does mean you haven’t succeeded yet.Failure doesn’t mean you have accomplished nothing，It does mean you have learned something.Failure doesn’t mean you have been a fool，It does mean you had a lot of faith.Failure doesn’t mean you’ve been disgraced，It does mean you were willing to try.Failure doesn’t mean you don’t have it，It does mean you have to do something in a different way.Failure doesn’t mean you are inferior，It does mean you are not perfect.Failure doesn’t mean you’ve wasted your life，It does mean you have a reason to start afresh.Failure doesn’t mean you should give up，It does mean you must try harder.Failure doesn’t mean you’ll never make it，It does mean it will take a little longer.Failure doesn’t mean God has abandoned you，It does mean God has a better idea.失敗的意義

羅伯特·H·舒勒

失敗并不代表你是個(gè)失敗者，它只表明你尚未成功。

失敗并不代表你一無(wú)所獲，它只表明你吸取了一次教訓(xùn)。

失敗并不代表你很愚蠢，它只表明你信心百倍。

失敗并不代表你無(wú)臉見(jiàn)人，它只表明你百折不回。

失敗并不代表你工夫白費(fèi)，它只表明你的做事方法尚待改進(jìn)。

失敗并不代表你低人一等。

它只表明你并非完人。

失敗并不代表你浪費(fèi)生命，它只表明你有理由重新開(kāi)始。

失敗并不代表你應(yīng)該放棄，它只表明你要加倍努力。

失敗并不代表成功永不屬于你，它只表明你要付出更多的時(shí)間。

失敗并不代表上帝已經(jīng)拋棄你，它只表明上帝還有更好的主意。

FOLLOW YOUR OWN COURSE

Neil Simon Don’t listen to those who say, “It’s not done that way.”

Maybe it’s not, but maybe you will.Don’t listen to those who say，“You’re taking too big a chance.”

Michelangelo would have painted the Sistine Floor, and it would surely be rubbed out by today.Most importantly, don’t listen When the little voice of fear inside of you rear its ugly head and says, “They’re all smarter than you out there.They’re more talented, They’re taller, blonder, prettier, luckier and have connections...” I firmly believe that if you follow a path that interests you, Not to the exclusion of love, sensitivity, and cooperation with others, But with the strength of conviction That you can move others by your own efforts, And do not make success or failure the criteria by which you live, The chances are you’ll be a person worthy of your own respect.走自己的路

尼爾·西蒙

別聽(tīng)那些人的話，“這事不能那么做。”

也許是不能那么做，可是也許你就會(huì)那么做。

別聽(tīng)那些人的話，“你這個(gè)險(xiǎn)冒得太大了。”

米開(kāi)朗琪羅可能在西斯廷教堂的地板上作過(guò)畫(huà)，到今天肯定已經(jīng)被抹掉了。最重要的是，當(dāng)你心中恐懼的聲音，抬起它丑陋的頭說(shuō)，“那邊那些人都比你聰明，他們更有才華，他們更高大、皮膚更白、更漂亮、更幸運(yùn)，并且認(rèn)識(shí)各種各樣的人…” 你可千萬(wàn)別理會(huì)。

我堅(jiān)信只要選擇一條你感興趣的路，不排除愛(ài)情、敏銳以及與別人的合作，而是堅(jiān)定地認(rèn)為，通過(guò)你自身的努力能夠感動(dòng)他人，不把成功或者失敗作為你生活的標(biāo)準(zhǔn)，那么你就可能成為值得自己敬佩的人。

These Things Shall Never Die 這些美好不會(huì)消逝

By--Charles Dickens/查爾斯.狄更斯

The pure.the bright,the beautiful, 一切純潔的,輝煌的,美麗的，That stirred our hearts in youth, 強(qiáng)烈地震撼著我們年輕的心靈的，The impulses to wordless prayer, 推動(dòng)著我們做無(wú)言的禱告的，The dreams of love and truth;讓我們夢(mèng)想著愛(ài)與真理的;

The longing after something's lost, 在失去后為之感到珍惜的，The spirit's yearning cry, 使靈魂深切地呼喊著的，The striving after better hopes-為了更美好的夢(mèng)想而奮斗著的-

These things can never die.這些美好不會(huì)消逝。

The timid hand stretched forth to aid 羞怯地伸出援助的手，A brother in his need, 在你的弟兄需要的時(shí)候，A kindly word in grief's dark hour 傷慟困難的時(shí)候，一句親切的話

That proves a friend indeed;就足以證明朋友的真心；

The plea for mercy softly breathed, 輕聲地乞求憐憫，When justice threatens nigh, 在審判臨近的時(shí)候，The sorrow of a contrite heart-懊悔的心有一種傷感--

These things shall never die.這些美好不會(huì)消逝。

Let nothing pass for every hand 在人間傳遞溫情

Must find some work to do;盡你所能地去做；

Lose not a chance to waken love-別錯(cuò)失去了喚醒愛(ài)的良機(jī)-----

Be firm,and just ,and true;為人要堅(jiān)定，正直，忠誠(chéng)；

So shall a light that cannot fade 因此上方照耀著你的那道光芒

Beam on thee from on high.就不會(huì)消失。

And angel voices say to thee---你將聽(tīng)到天使的聲音在說(shuō)-----

These things shall never die.這些美好不會(huì)消逝。

ALWAYS HAVE A DREAM

永不放棄夢(mèng)想

Forget about the days when it's been cloudy, 忘掉你的失意日子，But don't forget your hours in the sun.但不要忘記黃金的時(shí)光。

Forget about the times you've been defeated, 忘掉你的一次次失敗，But don't forget the victories you've won.但不要忘記你奪取的勝利。

Forget about the misfortunes you've encountered, 忘掉你遭遇的不幸，But don't forget the times your luck has turned.但不要忘記你的時(shí)來(lái)運(yùn)轉(zhuǎn)。

Forget about the days when you've been lonely, 忘掉你的孤獨(dú)日子，But don't forget the friendly smiles you've seen.但不要忘記你得到的友善的微笑。

Forget about the plans that didn't seem to work out right, 忘掉你沒(méi)有得以順利實(shí)施的計(jì)劃，But don't forget to always have a dream.但不要放棄你的夢(mèng)想。

第三篇：少兒英文詩(shī)歌朗誦材料

少兒英文詩(shī)歌朗誦材料

在學(xué)習(xí)、工作或生活中，大家都看到過(guò)許多經(jīng)典的詩(shī)歌吧，詩(shī)歌語(yǔ)言凝練而形象性強(qiáng)，具有鮮明的節(jié)奏。那什么樣的'詩(shī)歌才是經(jīng)典的呢？以下是小編精心整理的少兒英文詩(shī)歌朗誦材料，歡迎大家分享。

Twinkle , twinkle, little star!閃耀閃耀，小星星

How I wonder what you are ,我想知道你身形

Up above the world so high ,高高掛在天空上

Like a diamond in the shy.就象天上的鉆石

When the blazing sun is gone ,燦爛太陽(yáng)已西沉

When he nothing shines upon ,它已不再照萬(wàn)物

Then you show your little light ,你就顯露些微光

Twinkle , twinkle all the night.整個(gè)晚上眨眼睛

The dark blue shy you keep,留戀漆黑的天空

And often through my curtains peep，穿過(guò)窗簾向我望

For you never shut your eye，永不閉上眼睛

Till the sun is in the shy，直到太陽(yáng)又現(xiàn)形

It is your bright and tiny spark，你這微亮的火星

Lights the traveler in the dark，黑夜照耀著游人

Though I know not what you are，雖我不知你身形

Twinkle twinkle , little star。閃耀，閃耀，小星星!

第四篇：少兒英文詩(shī)歌朗誦材料

【1】Rain雨

Rain is falling all around, 雨兒在到處降落，It falls on field and tree, 它落在田野和樹(shù)梢，It rains on the umbrella here, 它落在這邊的雨傘上，And on the ships at sea.又落在航行海上的船只。by R.L.Stevenson, 1850-1894

【2】O Sailor, Come Ashore啊！水手，上岸吧

(Part I)O sailor, come ashore 啊！水手，上岸吧

What have you brought for me? 你給我?guī)?lái)什么？ Red coral , white coral, 海里的珊瑚，Coral from the sea.紅的，白的。(Part II)I did not dig it from the ground 它不是我從地下挖的，Nor pluck it from a tree;也不是從樹(shù)上摘的； Feeble insects made it 它是暴風(fēng)雨的海裹 In the stormy sea.弱小昆蟲(chóng)做成的。by C.G.Rossetti

【3】THE WIND風(fēng)(Part I)Who has seen the wind? 誰(shuí)曾見(jiàn)過(guò)風(fēng)的面貌？ Neither I nor you;誰(shuí)也沒(méi)見(jiàn)過(guò)，不論你或我；

But when the leaves hang trembling, 但在樹(shù)葉震動(dòng)之際，The wind is passing through.風(fēng)正從那里吹過(guò)。

(Part II)

Who has seen the wind? 誰(shuí)曾見(jiàn)過(guò)風(fēng)的面孔？ Neither you nor I;誰(shuí)也沒(méi)見(jiàn)過(guò)，不論你或我；

But when the trees bow down their heads, 但在樹(shù)梢低垂之際，The wind is passing by.風(fēng)正從那里經(jīng)過(guò)。

～by C.G.Rossetti

另一首詩(shī)人的風(fēng)之歌

O wind , why do you never rest, 風(fēng)啊！為何你永不休止

Wandering, whistling to and fro, 來(lái)來(lái)回回的漂泊，呼嘯 Bring rain out of the west, 從西方帶來(lái)了雨

From the dim north bringing snow? 從蒙眬的北方帶來(lái)了雪。

【5】THE CUCKOO布谷鳥(niǎo) In April, 四月里，Come he will, 它就來(lái)了，In May, 五月里，Sing all day, 整天吟唱多逍遙，In June, 六月里，Change his tune, 它在改變曲調(diào)，In July, 七月里，Prepare to fly, 準(zhǔn)備飛翔，In August, 八月里，Go he must!它就得離去了！

～by Mother Goose's Nursery Rhyme 【6】COLORS顏色

What is pink? A rose is pink 什么是粉紅色？

By the fountain's brink.噴泉邊的玫瑰就是粉紅色。

What is red? A poppy's red 什么是艷紅色？

In its barley bed.在大麥床里的罌粟花就是艷紅色。

What is blue? The sky is blue 什么是蔚藍(lán)色？天空就是蔚藍(lán)色，Where the clouds float thro'.云朵飄過(guò)其間。What is white? A swan is white 什么是白色？

Sailing in the light.陽(yáng)光下嬉水的天鵝就是白色。

What is yellow? Pears are yellow, 什么是黃色？梨兒就是黃色，Rich and ripe and mellow.熟透且多汁。

What is green? The grass is green, 什么是綠色？草就是綠色，With small flowers between.小花摻雜其間。

What is violet? Clouds are violet 什么是紫色？夏日夕陽(yáng)里的In the summer twilight.彩霞就是紫色。

What is orange? Why, an orange, 什么是橘色？當(dāng)然啦！

Just an orange!橘子就是橘色。

by C.G.Rossetti

【7】A House Of Cards 紙牌堆成的房子(1)

A house of cards 紙牌堆成的房子

Is neat and small;潔凈及小巧

Shake the table, 搖搖桌子

It must fall.它一定會(huì)倒。

(2)

Find the court cards 找出繪有人像的紙牌

One by one;一張一張地豎起

Raise it, roof it,----再加上頂蓋

Now it's done;----現(xiàn)在房子已經(jīng)蓋好

Shake the table!搖搖桌子

That's the fun.那就是它的樂(lè)趣。

by C.G.Rossetti 【8】What Does Little Birdie Say?(1)

What does little birdie say, 小鳥(niǎo)說(shuō)些什么呢？

In her nest at peep of day? 在這黎明初曉的小巢中？

Let me fly, says little birdie, 小鳥(niǎo)說(shuō)，讓我飛，Mother, let me fly away, 媽媽?zhuān)屛绎w走吧。

Birdie, rest a little longer, 寶貝，稍留久一會(huì)兒，Till the little wings are stronger.等到那對(duì)小翅膀再長(zhǎng)硬些兒。So she rests a little longer, 因此它又多留了一會(huì)兒，Then she flies away.然而它還是飛走了。

(2)

What does little baby say, 嬰兒說(shuō)些什么，In her bed at peep of day? 在破曉時(shí)分的床上？

Baby says, like little birdie, 嬰兒像小鳥(niǎo)那樣說(shuō)，Let me rise and fly away.讓我起來(lái)飛走吧。

Baby, sleep a little longer, 乖乖，稍微多睡一會(huì)兒，Till the little limbs are stronger.等你的四肢再長(zhǎng)硬點(diǎn)兒。

If she sleeps a little longer, 如果她再多睡一會(huì)兒，Baby too shall fly away.嬰兒必然也會(huì)像鳥(niǎo)兒一樣地飛走。

by Alfred Tennyson, 1809-1892 【9】The Star 星星(1)

Twinkle, twinkle, little star!閃耀，閃耀，小星星！

How I wonder what you are, 我想知道你身形，Up above the world so high, 高高掛在天空中，Like a diamond in the sky.就像天上的鉆石。

(2)

When the blazing sun is gone, 燦爛太陽(yáng)已西沉，When he nothing shines upon, 它已不再照萬(wàn)物，Then you show your little light, 你就顯露些微光，Twinkle, twinkle all the night.整個(gè)晚上眨眼睛。

(3)

The dark blue sky you keep 留戀漆黑的天空

And often thro' my curtains peep, 穿過(guò)窗簾向我望，F(xiàn)or you never shut your eye 永不閉上你眼睛

Till the sun is in the sky.直到太陽(yáng)又現(xiàn)形。

(4)

'Tis your bright and tiny spark 你這微亮的火星，Lights the traveler in the dark;黑夜照耀著游人，Though I know not what you are 雖我不知你身形，Twinkle, twinkle, little star!閃耀，閃耀，小星星！

by Jane Taylor, 1783-1824 【10】At The Seaside 海邊(1)

When I was down beside the sea 當(dāng)我到海邊時(shí)

A wooden spade they gave to me 他們給了我一把木鏟

To dig the sandy shore.好去挖掘沙灘。

(2)

The holes were empty like a cup 挖成像杯狀般的空洞

In every hole the sea camp up, 讓每個(gè)洞中的海水涌現(xiàn)

Till it could come no more.直到它不能再涌現(xiàn)。

by R.L.Stevenson

【11】Boats Sail On The Rivers(1)

Boats sail on the rivers, 小舟在河上航行，And ships sail on the seas;大船在海中操輪，But clouds that sail across the sky, 然而白云飄過(guò)天空時(shí)，Are prettier far than these.比這些更為悅?cè)恕?/p>

(2)

There are bridges on the rivers, 河上有橋，As pretty as you please;如你所愿的那么悅目；

But the bow that bridges heaven, 然而橫跨在穹蒼的長(zhǎng)虹，And overtops the trees, 卻比樹(shù)梢更高，And builds a road from earth to sky, 而能建筑一條通行天際的道路，Is prettier far than these.比這些更為美好。

by C.G.Rossetti

【12】The Swing 秋千(1)

How do you like to go up in a swing, 你喜歡蕩一趟秋千，Up in the air so blue? 置身于藍(lán)藍(lán)的晴空嗎？

Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing 啊，我認(rèn)為這是小孩所能做到的 Ever a child can do.最愉快的玩耍。

(2)

Up in the air and over the wall, 越過(guò)墻外高踞天空，Till I can see so wide, 直到我能望見(jiàn)如此廣大的世界，River and trees and cattle and all 河流、樹(shù)木、牛群，Over the countryside----還有整個(gè)的鄉(xiāng)村。

(3)

Till I look down on the garden green 直到我俯瞰著翠綠的花園

Down on the roof so brown----以及棕色的屋頂

Up in the air I go flying again 我又飛上天去，Up in the air and down!在天地間上下穿梭！

by R.L.Stevenson 【13】The Blossom 花兒(1)

Merry, merry sparrow!愉快，愉快的小麻雀！

Under leaves so green, 在如此翠綠的樹(shù)葉下，A happy blossom 一朵幸福的花兒

Sees you, swift as arrow, 看著你，如箭般地敏捷，Seek your cradle narrow 在我的胸前尋找

Near my bosom.你那窄小的搖籃。

(2)

Pretty, pretty robin!漂亮，漂亮的知更鳥(niǎo)！

Under leaves so green, 在如此翠綠的樹(shù)葉下，A happy blossom 一朵幸福的花朵

Hears you sobbing, sobbing, 聽(tīng)到你嗚咽，嗚咽，Pretty, pretty, robin, 漂亮，漂亮的知更鳥(niǎo)！

Near my bosom.在我的胸前盤(pán)旋。

Bring It all Back 找回自己

Don't stop, never give up, 不要停頓，永不放棄，Hold your head high高昂起頭

Reach the top.到達(dá)頂峰。

Let the world see what you have got, 讓世界看見(jiàn)你的收獲，Bring it all back to you.找回自己。

Hold on what you try to be, 堅(jiān)持自己想達(dá)到的境地，Your individuality.堅(jiān)持自我。

When the world is on your shoulders, 當(dāng)世界的重?fù)?dān)壓到了你的肩頭時(shí)，Just smile and let it go.笑一笑，讓它去。

If people try to put you down, 如果有人打擊你，Just walk on by, don't turn around, 走過(guò)去，不要回頭，You only have to answer to yourself.你只須負(fù)責(zé)自己。

Don't you know it's true what they say, 難道你不知道他們說(shuō)的是真的，That life, it isn't easy, 生活，不容易，But your time's coming around, 但你的時(shí)機(jī)將會(huì)來(lái)到，So don't you stop trying.千萬(wàn)別停滯不進(jìn)取。Dream of falling in love, 夢(mèng)想自己墜入了情網(wǎng)，Anything you've been thinking of, 自己想過(guò)的任何事情，When the world seems to get too tough, 當(dāng)世界仿佛變得太艱難時(shí)，Bring it all back to you.找回自己。

Try not to worry 'bout a thing.努力不為任何事?lián)鷳n，Enjoy the times life can bring.享受生活能帶來(lái)的好時(shí)光。Keep it all inside you, 讓這一切留在你心里，Gotta let the feelings show.得讓自己的感情流露。Imagination is the key, 幻想就是答案，'Cause you are your own destiny.因?yàn)槟憔褪亲约旱拿\(yùn)。You never should be lonely, 你永遠(yuǎn)不必孤獨(dú)，When time is on your side.當(dāng)時(shí)間支持著你。

Don't you know it's true what they say, 難道你不知道他們說(shuō)的是真的，Things are sent to try you.這些事都是為了考驗(yàn)?zāi)恪ut your time's coming around, 但你的時(shí)機(jī)將會(huì)來(lái)到，So don't you stop trying.千萬(wàn)別停滯不進(jìn)取。

Don't you know it's true what they say, 難道你不知道他們說(shuō)的是真的，Things happen for a reason.事情發(fā)生都有道理。

But your time's coming around, 但你的時(shí)機(jī)將會(huì)來(lái)到，So don't you stop trying.千萬(wàn)別停滯不進(jìn)取。

第五篇：小學(xué)生英文詩(shī)歌朗誦稿

朗誦是朗誦者的一種再創(chuàng)作活動(dòng)。適合小學(xué)生朗誦的英文詩(shī)歌有那些呢？各位同學(xué)們，一起看看下面吧，歡迎大家朗誦哦！小學(xué)生英文詩(shī)歌朗誦稿（一）

Hold fast to dreams

把握夢(mèng)想

For if dreams die

如果夢(mèng)想消失

Life is a broken-winged bird

生命將是折翼之鳥(niǎo)

That cannot fly

無(wú)法飛行

Hold fast to dreams

把握夢(mèng)想

For when dreams go

如果夢(mèng)想逝去

Life is a barren field

生命將是一片荒原

Frozen with snow

大雪冰封

Morning

清 晨

I love to wake to each new day,我喜歡醒來(lái)迎接每一個(gè)清晨，And brush my dreams

Of night away,輕松抖落一夜的夢(mèng)塵，And look out through my window wide

從窗口向外眺望遠(yuǎn)處，To see what weather is outside,廣茅的天地是否晴空無(wú)云，And wonder what exciting thing

想象何等激動(dòng)人心的事

This shining, un-used day

Will bring.這燦爛嶄新的一天將獻(xiàn)呈。

菊葉斯.基爾默

i think that i shall never see

a poem lovely as a tree.a tree whose hungry mouth is prest

againsr the earth's sweet flowing breast;

a tree that looks at god all day,and lifts her leafy arms to pry;

a tree that may in summer wear

a nest of robins in her hair;

upon whose bosom snow has lain;

who intimately lives with rain.poems are made by fools like me,but only god can make a tree.我向，永遠(yuǎn)不會(huì)看到一首詩(shī)，可愛(ài)的如同一株樹(shù)一樣。

一株樹(shù)，他的饑渴的嘴

吮吸著大地的甘露。

一株樹(shù)，他整日望著天

高擎著葉臂，祈禱無(wú)語(yǔ)。

一株樹(shù)，夏天在他的發(fā)間

會(huì)有知更鳥(niǎo)砌巢居住。

一株樹(shù)，白雪躺在他胸上，他和雨是親密的伴侶。

詩(shī)是我輩愚人所吟，樹(shù)只有上帝才能賦。