一只猫Die—you can't do that to a cat.
Since what can a cat do
in an empty apartment?
Climb the walls?
Rub up against the furniture?
Nothing seems different here
but nothing is the same.
Nothing's been moved
but there's more space.
And at night-time no lamps are lit.
害死一只猫——你不能这么干。
那么在一所空房子里
一只猫能够做什么?
爬墙?
抑或擦着家具走猫步?
看似这里并无二异，
却都变了位置。
什么也没移动过
可空间竟然大了。
夜里无灯点亮。
My Dog Ate My Homework
我的狗吃了我的作业
My dog ate my homework.
That mischievous pup
got hold of my homework
and gobbled it up.
我的狗吃了我的作业
它总是给我捣蛋
拿着我的作业本
就开始狼吞虎咽起来
My dog ate my homework.
It's gonna be late.
I guess that the teacher
will just have to wait.
我的狗吃了我的作业
已经太迟了
我想我的老师不得不等一等了
My dog ate my homework.
He swallowed it whole.
I shouldn't have mixed it
with food in his bowl.
我的狗吃了我的作业
它把作业本全吞了
我不应该把作业本和它的食物
混在一起放在它的碗里
One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish 一条鱼 两条鱼 红色鱼 蓝色鱼
One fish，
Two fish，
Red fish ，
Blue fish。
一条鱼，
两条鱼，
红色的鱼，
蓝色的鱼。
Black fish ，
Blue fish ，
Old fish ，
New fish。
黑色的鱼，
蓝色的鱼，
老的鱼，
小的鱼。
This one has a little star。
This one has a little car。
Say!
What a lot of fish there are。
这只鱼有颗小星星。
这只鱼有辆小汽车。
看!这儿有那么多条鱼!
Yes。
Some are red。
And some are blue。
Some are old。
And some are new。
是的。
有的鱼是红色的，
有的鱼是蓝色的。
有的鱼已经很老了，
有的鱼还很年轻。
Some are sad。
And some are glad。
And some are very， very bad。
有些鱼很伤心，
有些鱼很高兴，
还有一些鱼非常非常坏。
Why are they sad and glad and bad?
I do not know。
Go ask your dad。
为什么他们会伤心、高兴或者非常非常坏呢?
我不知道，
去问你爸爸吧。
Some are thin。
And some are fat。
The fat one has ，
A yellow hat。
有些鱼很瘦，
有些鱼却很胖，
胖胖的鱼，
都有一顶黄色的帽子 。
From there to here， from here to there，
Funny things are everywhere。
从那儿到这儿，从这儿到那儿，
到处都有有趣的东西。
——写父亲的英文诗歌 (菁华3篇)
Only a dad with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or fame
To show how well he has played the game;
But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
To see him come and to hear his voice.
Only a dad with a brood of four,
One of ten million men or more
Plodding along in the daily strife,
Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,
With never a whimper of pain or hate,
For the sake of those who at home await.
Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,
Merely one of the surging crowd,
Toiling, striving from day to day,
Facing whatever may come his way,
Silent whenever the harsh condemn,
And bearing it all for the love of them.
Only a dad but he gives his all,
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing with courage stern and grim
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen:
Only a dad, but the best of men.
God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagles in flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
And there was nothing more to add,
He knew his masterpiece was complete,
And He called it – Dad.
Be kind to thy father, for when thou wert young,
Who loved thee so fondly as he?
He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue,
And joined in thy innocent glee.
——押韵的英文诗歌 (菁华3篇)
《by Thomas Heise》
My birthright I have traded for a petal dress
and a summer eulogy． I have pawned my soul
for this opal ring， the color of a pale， taxidermied eye．
If I could carry calla lilies on my shoulder once more
like an umbrella in daylight， I would lean them
on the cemetery gate and sleep until the groundskeeper found me．
For some of us， beauty is carcinoma．
The saint‘s stigmata is god’s rose， bestowed
for forgoing a human lover， who will， of course， die．
I died last year． My mother made her tears into crystal
earrings and clipped them to my ears． “Son， you will
pay for your sin，“ my father spoke from his throne of glass．
Stars burn a sharp， white nacre until they evaporate．
The moon‘s flamingo unfolds her iodine wings over the broken city．
My necropolis． My teeth are the fruit of your olive tree．
《EpistlefromMrs.Yonge to Her Husband》
by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
Think not this paper comes with vain pretense
To move your pity， or to mourn th' offense．
Too well I know that hard obdurate heat；
No softening mercy there will take my part，
Nor can a woman's arguments prevail，
When even your patron's wise example fails．
But this last privilege I still retain；
Th' oppressed and injured always may complain
Too， too severely laws of honor bind
The weak submissive sex of womankind．
If sighs have gained or force compelled our hand，
Deceived by art， or urged by stern command，
Whatever motive binds the fatal tie，
The judging world expects our constancy．
Just heaven！ （for sure in heaven does justice reign，
Though tricks below that sacred name profane）
To you appealing I submit my cause，
Nor fear a judgment from impartial laws．
All bargains but conditional are made；
The purchase void， the creditor unpaid；
Defrauded servants are from service free；
A wounded slave regains his liberty．
For wives ill used no remedy remains，
To daily racks condemned， and to eternal chains．
From whence is this unjust distinction grown?
Are we not formed with passions like your own?
Nature with equal fire our souls endued，
Our minds as haughty， and as warm as our blood；
O'er the wide world your pleasures you pursue，
The change is justified by something new；
But we must sigh in silence——and be true．
Our sex's weakness you expose and blame
（Of every prattling fop the common theme），
Yet from this weakness you suppose is due
Sublimer virtue that your Cato knew．
Had heaven designed us trials so severe，
It would have formed our tempers then to bear．
And I have borne （oh what have I not borne！）
The pang of jealousy， the insults of scorn．
Wearied at length， I from your sight remove，
And place my future hopes in secret love．
In the gay bloom of glowing youth retired，
I quit the woman's joy to be admired，
With that small pension your hard heart allows，
Renounce your fortune， and release your vows．
To custom （though unjust） so much is due；
I hide my frailty from the public view．
My conscience clear， yet sensible of shame，
My life I hazard， to preserve my fame．
And I prefer this low inglorious state
To vile dependence on the thing I hate——
But you pursue me to this last retreat．
Dragged into light， my tender crime is shown
And every circumstance of fondness known．
Beneath the shelter of the law you stand，
And urge my ruin with a cruel hand，
While to my fault thus rigidly severe，
Tamely submissive to the man you fear．
This wretched outcast， this abandoned wife，
Has yet this joy to sweeten shameful life：
By your mean conduct， infamously loose，
You are at once my accuser and excuse．
Let me be *ed by the censorious prude
（Stupidly dull， or spiritually lewd），
My hapless case will surely pity find
From every just and reasonable mind．
When to the final sentence I submit，
The lips condemn me， but their souls acquit．
No more my husband， to your pleasures go，
The sweets of your recovered freedom know．
Go： court the brittle friendship of the great，
Smile at his board， or at his levee wait；
And when dismissed， to madam's toilet fly，
More than her chambermaids， or glasses， lie，
Tell her how young she looks， how heavenly fair，
Admire the lilies and the roses there．
Your high ambition may be gratified，
Some cousin of her own be made your bride，
And you the father of a glorious race
Endowed with Ch——l's strength and Low——r's face．
《The Sea》
The Sea! the Sea! the open Sea!海啊!海啊!辽阔的大海!
The blue， the fresh， the ever free!碧蓝，清新，永远地自由自在!
Without a mark， without a bound，没有标志，没有境界，
It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round;它围绕着大地;
It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;与云彩嬉戏，向苍穹嘲弄;
Or like a cradled creature lies.间或婴儿似地静躺在摇篮里。
I'm on the Sea! I'm on the Sea!我在海上!我在海上!
I am where I would ever be;这儿是我永远愿待的地方;
With the blue above， and the blue below，上有蓝蓝的天，下有蓝蓝的海，
And silence wheresoe'er I go;处处都是一片寂寞，
If a storm should come and awake the deep，即使风浪将来唤醒大海，
What matter? I shall ride and sleep.有甚么关系?驾舟，就寝皆由我。
I love (oh! how I love) to ride 我乐于(啊!我多么乐于)航行，
On the fierce foaming bursting tide，在泡沫凶恶而崩裂的潮水上，
When every mad wave drowns the moon，此时狂浪吞没了月影，
Or whistles aloft his tempest tune，啸声高奏着风暴曲，
And tells how goes the world below，倾诉底下的世界是何等模样，
And why the south-west blasts do blow.西南风又为何而吹。
I never was on the dull tame shore 我从不留恋单调温驯的海岸，
but I lov'd the great Sea more and more，只是愈来愈沉迷于海上，
And backwards flew to her billowy breast，像鸟儿寻找母巢一般，
Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest;忽忙地飞回那涛涛巨浪的怀抱;
And mother she was， and is to me;对我而言她就是慈母;
For I was born on the open Sea!因为我生长在海上!
——春天的英文诗歌范文10份
Spring goeth all in white,
Crowned with milk-white may;
in fleecy flocks of light,
o'er heaven the white clouds stray;
white butterflies in the air;
white daisies prank the ground;
the cherry and hoary pear,
scatter their snow around.
when springtime comes upon us,
Filling freshness in the air.
Showing natures own beauty,
with flowers blooming everywhere.
Trees start slowly budding.
Opening to the sun's warm rays.
Start the birds to singing.
Touching our hearts in these ways.
The grass starts turning greener.
Pushing up out of the ground.
Nature is waking up.
Sending forth her beautiful sound.
When springtime comes upon us,
Filling freshness in the air.
Showing natures own beauty,
With flowers blooming everywhere.
Trees start slowly budding.
Opening to the sun's warm rays.
Start the birds to singing.
Touching our hearts in these ways.
The grass starts turning greener.
Pushing up out of the ground.
Nature is waking up.
Sending forth her beautiful sound.
The day when daffodils bloom
Today is the day when daffodils bloom,
When cumulus clouds roar across the sky,
When light rain beckons spring to appear,
Which children pick to fill the room.
When robins returnSpring,
Robert McCracken.
Today is the day when bold kites fly,
Today is the day when grasses green, when children cheer.
Spring is the best.
Spring is everywhere in East and West,
Spring has the smell of a treasure quest,
leaves of Spring in a treasure chest.
And all of the fruits of Spring,
I would really like to taste.
And the best thing about Spring is
that never in Spring is my class test.
Bohnishikha Ghosh
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!
SPRING ON FINGERTIPS
The ice does not melt on its own
It melts because some fingertips have touched it
The fingertips touched it gently
Then a flower bloomed
The breeze on the fingertips
The birds chirping on the fingertips
If the fingertips touch the roses
The roses will bloom before they touch them
Blood oozes from the fingertips
The flowers of spring blooms on them
Spring
my favorite season is spring.
Spring is the beginning of a year.
It lasts from march to may.
The weather gets warmer and warmer.
many things come back to life.
The trees are green.
The flowers come out.Lots of birds fly back.
They often sing songs in the trees.
The farmers begin to grow crops.
It is a hopeful season.
It is a good season for hiking.
I like spring best.
Melting ice cubes of winter.
The stream was singing happily.
Fly the dust kite.
All the way down the grass.
Spring banishes in the grass.
Several early birds were foraging for food.
Every green tree bud attracts their attention.
The spring breeze is setting off a charming dance.
And all things dance together.
Spring jumps in the wilderness.
The grass is more beautiful among the flowers.
The frozen brook began to cheer.
The bamboo shoots that just popped up.
In the patter of spring rain began to pull out.
Spring sings in the spring rain.
"hello,dear Robin in the tree,
“你好，树上亲爱的知更鸟，
will you sing a song for me ?
你能给我唱支歌吗？”
'Yes,I will sing a happy song,
“好的`，我要唱一支快乐的歌，
Cheerily cheerily all day long.
开开心心地唱一天。
hear the march winds blow,
听，三月的风儿在吹，
See the green buds show,
看，绿色的蓓蕾已出现，
Beartiful flowers are dancing,
漂亮的花儿在跳舞，
Glad that spring is coming."
真高兴春天就要来到。”
——母亲节的英文诗歌范本5份
mom
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
mom
How did you find the energy, Mom
To do all the things you did,
To be teacher, nurse and counselor
To me, when I was a kid.
How did you do it all, Mom,
Be a chauffeur, cook and friend,
Yet find time to be a playmate,
I just can’t comprehend.
I see now it was love, Mom
That made you come whenever I'd call,
Your inexhaustible love, Mom
And I thank you for it all.
Barrio with Sketchy Detail
by Andrea Werblin
Except for the chickens humming to each other，
making themselves look boneless in the dirt，
I want no memory of this place．
I will leave gingerly．
I will leave strung out．
I will leave rocking on my heels in unbearable heat．
the Mexican girls still faking and mourning Selena
from their perfect cement stoops，
not yet sworn to the anger hanging
from their papas' mouths like cigarettes．
I will leave stunned， from across the room．
I will leave by instinct， my tongue intact．
I will leave understanding it
was always coming， before that night， even
before we met． Marta will stand quiet， a glyph，
Pedro offer beer in cups． We'll sit．
When I leave， the sky will be a gouache of scratches，
the morning sluggish， a cactus flowering．
Or I will leave in blistered dark． It will still be true．
mom
i rise in the dawn, kneel and blow,
till the seed of fire flicker and glow.
and then i must scrub and blake and sweep,
till stars are beginning to blink and peep.
and the young lie long and dream in their bed
of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head.
and their day goes over idleness,
and they sigh if the wind but lift the tress.
while i must work, because i am old,
and the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold.
致母亲节
小时候我是一颗刚出土的幼苗，
母亲是一颗高大的梧桐树，
那时她健壮挺直、
枝繁叶茂绿，
给我撑起一片绿荫。
即使在多么炽热的仲夏，我也凉爽快活，
心如止水。
每当狂风暴雨，
她以粗壮的枝叶为我遮风挡雨。
在寒风刺骨的冬天她宁愿自己饱受风寒，
任凭寒风吹打，让厚大的叶子覆盖在小梧桐身上；
她却在萧瑟的黑夜里哆嗦颤抖。
一天一天一年一年，
她用慈祥的目光看着小梧桐渐渐的长大，
她高兴地笑得抖落了身上的露珠。
在她的爱护下小梧桐健康茁壮，无乐无忧。
有一天，
有很多枝叶突然落到了小梧桐身上，
枝残叶黄，叶片上还挂着晶莹的泪珠。
小梧桐抬头看看，
大梧桐在流逝的岁月中变得苍老斑白，
枝干曲皱，外皮粗糙。
很自然她如今已经变成一颗孤残败叶的老树，
小梧桐这时候痛楚之心油然而生。
她对大梧桐说，我以后一定像你一样高大挺直，
一生守护在你的身旁，陪你终老。
——简单英文诗歌范文五份
If I were to fall in love,It would have to be with youYour eyes, your smile,
The way you laugh,The things you say and do
Take me to the places,My heart never knew
So, if I were to fall in love,It would have to be with you.
Ed Walter
如果说我已陷入情网;我的情人就是你;你的眼睛，你的微笑;
你的笑脸;你说的一切，你做的一切;
让我的心迷失了方向;
所以，如果说我已陷入情网;我的爱人就是你。
Father's Day
父亲节
Mary Frances Bogle
玛丽·弗朗西斯·博格
Over the years
多年来，
As we grow old,
随着我们逐渐长大，
We remember our father
总想起我们的父亲，
So brave and bold.
那样勇敢而无畏。
In the garden,
花园里，
Leaning on the plow,
他正埋头耕种
He would listen to me;
他会听我说话;
I see him now.
我看到他了。
He would give advice
他会给我建议
And understand;
也会用心理解;
He was always there
他总会在那里
To lend a hand.
及时伸手帮助。
God made fathers
上帝创造了父亲
Strong and firm,
强壮而结实，
For he knew our lives
因为他知晓我们的生活
Would have great concerns.
需要太多的关怀照料。
So he gave us fathers
所以他将父亲赐予我们
To teach us to pray,
教导我们如何祈祷，
And guide our lives,
指导我们如何生活，
And show us the way.
并且指引我们前行的.方向。
So on his day
所以，在属于他的这一天里
Let's take the time
让我们用一些时间
To say "Thanks, dad. I'm glad you're mine."
对他说：“谢谢你，爸爸。我很开心，你是我的。”
Aspirations of youth
青春的渴望
------James Montgomery
詹姆斯·蒙哥马利
Higher,higher,will we climb,
更高，更高，愿我们
Up the mount of glory,
攀登上光荣的阶梯，
That our names may live through time
我们的名字就能永存
In our country's story;
在我们祖国的史册;
Happy,when her welfare calls,
幸福啊，当她一声召唤，
He who conquers,he who falls!
他就去拼搏，就去攻坚!
Deeper,deeper,let us toil
更深，更深，让我们
In the mines of knowledge;
在知识矿藏中开发;
Nature's wealth and learning's spoil
自然财富和学术精品
Win from school and college;
从学校研究院吸纳;
Delve we there for richer gems
愿我们在此发掘的珍宝，
Than the stars of diadems.
比王冠的星星更加光耀。
Onward,onward,will we press
向前，向前，愿我们
Through the path of duty;
推进这职责的常规;
Virtue is true happiness,
做好事是真正的福分，
Excellence true beauty.
美德却是真正的美。
Minds are of supernal birth:
头脑会超尘脱俗地成长：
Let us make a heaven of earth.
让我们创造人间的天堂。
If you were a teardrop;In my eye,
For fear of losing you,I would never cry
And if the golden sun,Should cease to shine its light,
Just one smile from you,Would make my whole world bright
如果你是我眼里的;一滴泪;
为了不失去你;我将永不哭泣;
如果金色的阳光;停止了它耀眼的光芒;
你的一个微笑;将照亮我的整个世界。
You taught me everything ，
And everything you've given me
I'll always keep it inside
You're the driving force in my life
There isn't anything
Or anyone that I can be
And it just wouldn't feel right
If I didn't have you by my side
You were there for me to love and care for me
When skies were grey
Whenever I was down
You were always there
To comfort me
And no one else can be
What you have been to me
You'll always be
You will always be the girl
In my life for all times
