初中英语诗歌10篇

1.A Red Red Rose a poem by Robert BurnsO my Luve's like a red, red roseThat's newly sprung in June;O my Luve's like the melodieThat'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.2.Friends a poem byWilliam Butler YeatsNow must I these three praiseThree women that have wroughtWhat joy is in my days:One because no thought,Nor those unpassing cares,No, not in these fifteenMany-times-troubled years,Could ever come betweenMind and delighted mind;And one because her handHad strength that could unbindWhat none can understand,What none can have and thrive,—Youth's dreamy load, till sheSo changed me that I liveLabouring in ecstasy.And what of her that tookAll till my youth was goneWith scarce a pitying look?How could I praise that one?When day begins to breakI 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 rootSo great a sweetness flowsI shake from head to foot.3.Fire and Ice a poem by Robert FrostFIRE AND ICESome say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I've tasted of desireI hold with those who favour fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.4.My River a poem by Emily DickinsonMy river runs to thee.—Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?My river awaits reply.Oh! sea, look graciously.I’ll fetch thee brooksfrom spotted nooks.Say, sea, Take me!5.Beautiful Soup poem by Lewis CarrollBeautiful SoupBEAUTIFUL Soup, so rich and green,Waiting in a hot tureen!Who for such dainties would not stoop?Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!Soo--oop of the e--e--evening,Beautiful, beautiful Soup!Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish,Game, or any other dish?Who would not give all else for twoPennyworth only of Beautiful Soup?Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup?Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!Soo--oop of the e--e--evening,Beautiful, beauti--FUL SOUP!6.How doth the little crocodile...poem by Lewis CarrollHow doth the little crocodile...How doth the little crocodileImprove his shining tail,And pour the waters of the Nile—On every golden scale!How cheerfully he seems to grinHow neatly spreads his claws,And welcomes little fishes in,With gently smiling jaws!7.A Birthday a poem by Christina RossettiA BIRTHDAYChristina RossettiMy heart is like a singing birdWhose nest is in a water'd shoot;My heart is like an apple-treeWhose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;My heart is like a rainbow shellThat paddles in a halcyon sea;My heart is gladder than all these,Because my love is come to me.Raise me a daïs of silk and down;Hang it with vair and purple dyes;Carve it in doves and pomegranates,And peacocks with a hundred eyes;Work it in gold and silver grapes,In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;Because the birthday of my lifeIs come, my love is come to me.8.Fog a poem by Carl SandburgFOG—The fog comeson little cat feet.It sits lookingover harbor and cityon silent haunchesand then moves on.Carl Sandburg9.Father and Child a poemby William Butler YeatsShe hears me strike the board and sayThat she is under banOf all good men and women,Being mentioned with a manThat has the worst of all bad names;And thereupon repliesThat his hair is beautiful,Cold as the March wind his eyes.10.Life in a Lovea poem by Robert BrowningEscape me?Never—Beloved!While I am I, and you are you,So long as the world contains us both,Me the loving and you the loth,While the one eludes, must the other pursue.My life is a fault at last, I fear:It seems too much like a fate, indeed!Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.But what if I fail of my purpose here?—It is but to keep the nerves at strain,To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,And baffled, get up to begin again,—So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.While, look but once from your farthest bound,At me so deep in the dust and dark,No sooner the old hope drops to groundThan a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,I shape me—EverRemoved!。