英文诗歌散文朗诵

1、These Things Shall Never Die---Charles Dickens

The pure.the bright,the beautiful, That stirred our hearts in youth,

The impulses to wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth;

The longing after something's lost, The spirit's yearning cry,

The striving after better hopes- These things can never die.

The timid hand stretchedforth to aid A brother in his need,

A kindly word in grief's dark hour That proves a friend indeed ;

The plea for mercy softly breathed, When justice threatens nigh,

The sorrow of a contrite heart- These things shall never die.

Let nothing pass for every hand Must find some work to do ;

Lose not a chance to waken love- Be firm,and just ,and true;

So shall a light that cannot fade Beam on thee from on high.

And angel voices say to thee--- These things shall never die.

2、The Champa Flower---R.Rabindranath Tagore

Suppousing I became a champa flower,just for fun,and grew on a branch high up that tree,and shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves,would you know me,mother?

You would call,“Baby,where are you?”and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quite.

I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work.

When after your bath,with wet hair spread on your shoulders,you walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the little court where you say your prayers,you would notice the scent of the flower,but not know that it came from me.

When after the midday meal you sat at the window reading Ra mayana,and the tree‟s shadow fell over your hair and your lap, I should fling my wee little shadow on to the page of your book,just where you were reading,

But would you guess that it was the tiny shadow of your little child?

When in the evening you went to the cowshed with the lighted lamp in your hand,I should suddenly drop on to the earth again and be your own baby once more,and beg you to tell me a story.

“Where have you been,you naughty child?”

“I won‟t tell you ,mother.”that‟s what you and I would say then.

3、Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again---Xu Zhimo

Very quietly I take my leave

As quietly as I came here;

Quietly I wave good-bye

To the rosy clouds in the western sky.

The golden willows by the riverside

Are young brides in the setting sun;

Their reflections on the shimmering waves

Always linger in the depth of my heart.

The floating heart growing in the sludge

Sways leisurely under the water;

In the gentle waves of Cambridge

I would be a water plant!

That pool under the shade of elm trees

Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky;

Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds

Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream?

To seek a dream? Just to pole a boat upstream

To where the green grass is more verdant;

Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight

And sing aloud in the splendor of starlight.

But I cannot sing aloud

Quietness is my farewell music;

Even summer insects heap silence for me

Silent is Cambridge tonight!

V ery quietly I take my leave

As quietly as I came here;

Gently I flick my sleeves

Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away

4、When Y ou Are Old--William ButlerYeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep

And nodding by the fire, take down this book;

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadow deep

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And love your beauty with love false or true。

But one man love the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrow of your changing face

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled

And paled upon the mountains overhead,

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.