英语诗歌朗诵稿(一)
《These Things Shall Never Die 》这些美好不会消逝
By --Charles Dickens/查尔斯.狄更斯
The pure.the bright,the beautiful, 一切纯洁的,辉煌的,美丽的,
That stirred our hearts in youth, 强烈地震撼着我们年轻的心灵的,
The impulses to wordless prayer, 推动着我们做无言的祷告的,
The dreams of love and truth; 让我们梦想着爱与真理的;
The longing after something's lost, 在失去后为之感到珍惜的,
The spirit's yearning cry, 使灵魂深切地呼喊着的,
The striving after better hopes- 为了更美好的梦想而奋斗着的-
These things can never die. 这些美好不会消逝。
The timid hand stretched forth to aid 羞怯地伸出援助的手,
A brother in his need, 在你的弟兄需要的时候,
A kindly word in grief's dark hour 伤恸、困难的时候,一句亲切的话
That proves a friend indeed ; 就足以证明朋友的真心;
The plea for mercy softly breathed, 轻声地乞求怜悯,
When justice threatens nigh, 在审判临近的时候,
The sorrow of a contrite heart- 懊悔的心有一种伤感--
These things shall never die. 这些美好不会消逝。
Let nothing pass for every hand 在人间传递温情
Must find some work to do ; 尽你所能地去做;
Lose not a chance to waken love- 别错失去了唤醒爱的良机-----
Be firm,and just ,and true; 为人要坚定,正直,忠诚;
So shall a light that cannot fade 因此上方照耀着你的那道光芒
Beam on thee from on high. 就不会消失。
And angel voices say to thee---你将听到天使的声音在说-----
These things shall never die. 这些美好不会消逝。
英语诗歌朗诵稿(2):
Crossing the Bar
By Alfred Tennyson
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When That which drew form out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
渡沙渚
阿尔费雷德·丁尼生
夕阳下,闪疏星,
召唤一声清朗!
愿沙渚宁静,
我将出海远航;
潮汐如梦幻,
涛声似止,浪花息;
大海深处涌来,
又悄然退却。
暮霭钟鸣,
黑夜将笼罩!
愿诀别无悲声,
登舟起锚;
千古洪流,时空无限,
滔滔载我至远方;
渡沙渚一线,
泰然见领航。
英语诗歌朗诵稿(三):
Oh, Captain! My Captain!
By Walt Whitman
Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is worn,
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 ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores 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 or will;
The ship is anchor'd 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 bell!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
船长!我的船长!
瓦尔特·惠特曼
啊, 船长!我的船长!可怕的航程已完成;
这船历尽风险,企求的目标已达成。
港口在望,钟声响,人们在欢欣。
千万双眼睛注视着船----平稳,勇敢,坚定。
但是痛心啊!痛心!痛心!
瞧一滴滴鲜红的血!
甲板上躺着我的船长,
他到下去,冰冷,永别。
啊, 船长!我的船长!起来吧,倾听钟声;
起来吧,号角为您长鸣,旌旗为您高悬;
迎着您,多少花束花圈----候着您,千万人蜂拥岸边;
他们向您高呼,拥来挤去,仰起殷切的脸;
啊,船长!亲爱的父亲!
我的手臂托着您的头!
莫非是一场梦:在甲板上
您到下去,冰冷,永别。
我的船长不作声,嘴唇惨白,毫不动弹;
我的父亲没感到我的手臂,没有脉搏,没有遗言;
船舶抛锚停下,平安抵达;航程终了;
历经艰险返航,夺得胜利目标。
啊,岸上钟声齐鸣,啊,人们一片欢腾!
但是,我在甲板上,在船长身旁,
心悲切,步履沉重:
因为他倒下去,冰冷,永别。
英语诗歌朗诵稿(四):
To the Cuckoo
By William Wordsworth
O blithe new-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?
While I am lying on the grass
Thy twofold shout I hear;
From hill to hill it seems to pass
At once far off, and near.
Though babbling only to the Vale,
Of sunshine and of flowers,
Thou bringest unto me a tale
Of visionary hours.
Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!
Even ye thou art to me
No bird, but an invisible thing,
A voice a mystery;
The same whom in my schoolboy days
I listened to; that Cry
Which made me look a thousand ways
In bush, and tree, and sky.
To seek thee did I often rove
Through woods and on the green;
And thou wert still a hope, a love;
Still longed for, never seen.
And I can listen to thee yet;
Can lie upon the plain
And listen, till I do beget
That golden time again.
O blessed Bird! the earth we pace
Again appears to be
An unsubstantial, faery place;
That is fit home for thee!
致布谷鸟
威廉华·兹华斯
啊,快乐的新客!
听到你啭鸣,我满怀喜悦;
啊,布谷,是否称你为鸟?
或为妙音,回荡清越?
当我躺在草地上,
听到你的二重唱:
似从这山传到那山,
似在近旁,又在远方。
你的歌声在山谷回荡,
伴着繁华和阳光;
你还把我带到
追忆往事的幻想。
我再三地欢迎
你是阳春的先行。
在我眼中,你可不是鸟,
而是无形的神奇之音。
想当年我还是小学生,
曾倾听同样的鸣声;
我千方百计寻找,
从天上到丛林。
我时常漫游,为了找你,
踩着草地,穿过密林;
如今仍在期待,虽不眼见,
你仍是希望,是恋情。
此刻我躺在平原,
你的歌声仍能听见。
我专心谛听,
直到召回金色的童年。
我们栖息的大地
又显得空灵而神奇;
这是你安家的福地,
啊, 快乐的鸟儿,祝福你!
英语诗歌朗诵稿(五):
Spring
By Thomas Nashe
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Spring! the sweet Spring!
春 托马斯·纳什
春,甘美之春,一年之中的尧舜,
处处都有花树,都有女儿环舞,
微寒但觉清和,佳禽争着唱歌,
啁啁,啾啾,哥哥,割麦、插一禾!
榆柳呀山楂,打扮着田舍人家,
羊羔嬉游,牧笛儿整日在吹奏,
百鸟总在和鸣,一片悠扬声韵,
啁啁,啾啾,哥哥,割麦、插一禾!
郊原荡漾香风,雏菊吻人脚踵,
情侣作对成双,老妪坐晒阳光,
走向任何通衢,都有歌声悦耳,
啁啁,啾啾,哥哥,割麦、插一禾!
春!甘美之春!
(1)祖国呵, 我亲爱的祖国
舒婷
我是你河边上破旧的老水车,
数百年来纺着疲惫的歌;
我是你额上熏黑的矿灯,
照在你历史的隧洞里蜗行摸索;
我是干瘪的稻穗;是失修的路基;
是淤滩上的驳船
把纤绳深深
勒进你的肩膊;
——祖国呵!
我是贫困,
我是悲哀。
我是你祖祖辈辈
痛苦的希望呵,
是“飞天”袖间
千百年来未落到地面的花朵;
——祖国呵!
我是你簇新的理想,
刚从神话的蛛网里挣脱;
我是你雪被下古莲的胚芽;
我是你挂着眼泪的笑涡;
我是新刷出的雪白的起跑线;
是绯红的黎明
正在喷薄;
——祖国呵!
我是你十亿分之一,
是你九百六十万平方的总和;
你以伤痕累累的乳房
喂养了
迷惘的我,深思的我,沸腾的我;
那就从我的血肉之躯上
去取得
你的富饶,你的荣光,你的自由;
——祖国呵,
我亲爱的祖国!
1979.4.
(2)
祖国啊,我为你自豪
当巍峨的华表,
让挺拔的身躯披上曙光,
当雄伟的天安门,
让风云迎来东升的太阳.
历史的耳畔,
传来了礼炮的隆隆回响,
那排山倒海般的回响,
是中国沧桑巨变的回响.
一位巨人俯瞰着世界,
洪亮的声音,
全世界都听到了,
中华人民共和国成立了!
当第一面五星红旗冉冉升起,
那胜利的旗帜,
在朗朗的空中迎风飘扬,
人民扬起了头颅,
全世界都看到了,
中国人民从此站起来了!
这历史凝聚了宏伟,
尽情地涂染十月的阳光,
这气势慷慨激昂,
筑起了一座丰碑屹立在世界的东方.
辉煌的纪元,
用苍劲的大手,
抒写了新中国灿烂的篇章,
人民自豪地指点江山.
苦难的母亲,
擦去满眼的泪花,
露出内心的喜悦由衷地欢畅,
祖国豪迈地走向了繁荣富强.
讴歌我们的历史,
有盘古开天辟地的神话,
迸发出生命的光芒.
讴歌我们的历史,
有四大发明的荣耀,
播撒在这片荒芜的土地上.
讴歌我们的历史,有老子孔子的圣明,
几千年文明的圣火把我们照亮.