唯美伤感的英文诗歌美文1
Secret Love
I hid my love when young till I
Couldn’t bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my love to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light：
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where’er I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good-bye.
I met her in the greenest dells,
Where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells;
The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye,
The bee kissed and went singing by,
A sunbeam found a passage there,
A gold chain round her neck so fair;
As secret as the wild bee’s song
She lay there all the summer long.
I hid my love in field and town;
Till e’en the breeze would knock me down;
The bees seemed singing ballads o’er,
The fly’s bass turned a lion’s roar;
And even silence found a tongue,
To haunt me all the summer long;
The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love.
唯美伤感的英文诗歌美文2
Invitation to Eternity
Say, wilt thou go with me, sweet maid,
Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me
Through the valley-depths of shade,
Of night and dark obscurity;
Where the path has lost its way,
Where the sun forgets the day,
Where there’s nor light nor life to see,
Sweet maiden, wilt thou go with me?
Where stones will turn to flooding streams
Where plains will rise like ocean’s waves,
Where life will fade like visioned dreams
And mountains darken into caves,
Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me
Through this sad non-identity,
Where parents live and are forgot,
And sisters live and know us not??
Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me
In this strange death-in-life to be,
To live in death and be the same,
Without this life or home or name,
At once to be and not to be---
That was and is not---yet to see
Things pass like shadows, and the sky
Above, below, around us lie?
The land of shadows wilt thou trace,
Nor look nor know each other’s face;
The present marred with reason gone,
And past and present as one?
Say, maiden, can thy life be led
To join the living and the dead?
Then trace thy footsteps on with me;
We are wed to one eternity.
唯美伤感的英文诗歌美文3
There Be None of Beauty’s Daughters
There be none of Beauty’s daughters
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me：
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmed ocean’s pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lull’d winds seem dreaming：
And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o’er the deep,
Whose breast is gently heaving
As an infant’s asleep：
So the spirit bows before thee
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of Summer’s ocean.
唯美伤感的英文诗歌美文4
Song: My Dearest
When I am dead, My dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree：
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain;
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
唯美伤感的英文诗歌美文5
The Indian Girl’s Song
Percy Bysshe Shelley
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sleep of night ─
The winds are breathing low
And the stars are burning bright.
I arise from dreams of thee ─
And a spirit in my feet
Has borne me ─ Who knows how?
To thy chamber window, sweet! ─
The wandering airs they faint
On the dark silent stream ─
The champak odours fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale’s complaint ─
It dies upon her heart ─
As I must die on thine
O beloved as thou art!
O lift me from the grass!
I die, I faint, I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast.
Oh press it close to thine again
Where it will break at last.