英语诗歌 English poems

(一)The star Jane Taylor

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night

Then the traveler in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark, He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut you eye, Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark, Lights the traveler in the dark- Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star

（二）The Little Doll ~Charles Kingsley

I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world; Her cheeks were so red and so white; dears, And her hair was so charmingly curled. But I lost my poor little doll, dears, As I played in the heath one day; And I cried for her more than a week, dears; But I never could find where she lay.

I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played in the heath one day: Folks say she is terrible changed, dears, For her paint is all washed away,

And her arm trodden off by the cows, dears, And her hair not the least bit curled: Yet for old sakes' sake she is still, dears, The prettiest doll in the world.

（三）Mary's Lamb ~Sarah Josepha Hale

Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go;

He followed her to school one day- That was against the rule, It made the children laugh and play To see a lamb at school.

And so the teacher turned him out, But still he lingered near, And waited patiently about, Till Mary did appear.

And then he ran to her and laid His head upon her arm, As if he said, "I'm not afraid- You'll shield me from all harm."

"What makes the lamb love Mary so?" The little children cry; "Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know," The teacher did reply, "And, you, each gentle animal In confidence may bind, And make it follow at your call, If you are always kind."

（四）Young and Old ~Charles Kingsley

When all the world is young lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away; Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day.

When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown; When all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down; Creep home, and take your place there, The spent and maimed among: God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young.

（五）Good Night and Good Morning ~Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton A fair little girl sat under a tree, Sewing as long as her eyes could see; Then smoothed her work, and folded it right, And said, "Dear work, good night! good night!"

Such a number of rooks came over her head, Crying, "Caw! Caw!" on their way to bed; She said, as she watched their curious flight, "Little black things, good night! good night!"

The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed, The sheep's "Bleat! bleat!" came over the road; All seeming to say, with a quiet delight, "Good little girl, good night! good night!"

She did not say to the sun, "Good night!" Though she saw him there like a ball of light, For she knew he had God's time to keep All over the world, and never could sleep.

The tall pink foxglove bowed his head, The violets curtsied and went to bed; And good little Lucy tied up her hair, And said on her knees her favourite prayer.

And while on her pillow she softly lay, She knew nothing more till again it was day; And all things said to the beautiful sun, "Good morning! good morning! our work is begun!

（六）If you forget me Pablo Neruda

I want you to know one thing You know how this is If I look at the crystal moon at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window lf I touch near the fire the mpalpable ash, or the wrinkled body of the log Evervthing carrie's me to you As if everything that exists Aromas,light,medals, Or little boats that sail toward those isles of your that wait for me, well now.If little by little You stop loving me, I shall stop loving you Little by little. If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me. For I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life, And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have root Remember,that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land. But, if each day, each hour, You feel that you are destined forme with implacable sweetness, If each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, Ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten My love feeds on your love, beloved, And as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.