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关于英语优美诗歌阅读优美英文诗歌30首The Rainy Day The day is cold,and dark,and dreary; It rains,and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the moldering wall,But at every gust the dead leaves fall,And the day is dark and dreary.My life is cold and dark and dreary;It rains and the wind is never weary;My thought still cling to the moldering past,But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,And the days are dark and dreary.Be still,sad heart! And cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the mon fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall,Some days must be dark and dreary.THE NEW YEARRing out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light:The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.Ring out the old, ring in the new,Ring, happy bells, across the snow:The year is going, let him go;Ring out the false, ring in the true.Ring out the grief that saps the mind,For those that here we see no more;Ring out the feud of rich and poor,Ring in redress to all mankind.The Seaside Is My Home I live near the sea for years. The billow sound every night, Enlightens me how to be great,And how to look on greatness.Without seeing great mountains,I form no habit of looking up.I live near the sea for years.Too much water, saltier than tears, Floats some directional boats,Or other drifting boatsTo travel far across the sea.So the shore is always in my heart.I live near the sea for years.With more floaters on the sea,Sweet and LowSweet and low , sweet and low,Wind of the western sea,Low, low, breathe and blow,Wind of the western sea!Over the rolling waters go,Come from the dying noon, and blow,Blow him again to me;While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,Father will e to thee soon;Rest, rest on mother's breast,Father will e to thee soon;Father will e to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the westUnder the silver moon;Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. I Felt the SunlightAlong the long, long corridorI go on walking . . .—Before me there are dazzling windows, on either side, walls reflecting the light. The sunlight and I,I'm standing with the sunlight.—Now I remember how intense that sunlight is! So warm it stops me from taking another step, so bright I hold my breath.The light of the whole universe converges here. —I'm unaware of the existence of anything else. There is only me, leaning on sunlight, still for a full ten seconds.Sometimes, ten secondsis longer than a quarter of a century. Finally, I dash down the stairs, push open the door,and run in the spring sunlight … Ask me no moreAsk me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty’s orient deep,These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day;For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to eich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale, when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throatShe winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed bee, as in their sphere.Here we stand togetherHere we stand together,Dressed in our pain,Covered with scarsFrom wounds we did not ask for Or deserve. So what now?We can't go backAnd relive our lives.We can't take backThe innocence we lostOr make the sadness we felt Into happiness.I Think I CanIf you think you are beaten, you are; If you think you dare not, you don't; If you want to win but think you can't; It's almost a cinch you won't.If you think you'll lose, you're lost; For out of the world we findSuess begins with a fellow's will; It's all in a state of mind.Life's battles don't always go To the stronger and faster man,【英文原文】I like for you to be still:it is as through you are absentand you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you It seems as through your eyes had flown awayand it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouthas all things are filled with my soulyour emerge from the things, fill with my soulyou are like my soul, a butterfly of dreamsand you are like the word melancholyI like for you to be still, and you seem far away It sounds as though you are lamenting,a butterfly cooing like a doveAnd you hear me from far away,and my voice does not reach youLet me e to be still in your silenceAnd let me talk to you with your silenceThat is bright like a lamp, simple as a ringYou are like the night, with its stillness and constellationsYour silence is that of a star, as remount and candidI like for you to be still: it is as though you are absentdistant and dull of sorrow, as though you had diedOne word then, one smile, is enoughAnd I m happy, happy that’s not true我喜欢你是静静的：仿佛你消失了一样你从远处聆听我，我的声音却无法触及你好像你的目光已经游离而去如同一个吻，封缄了你的嘴如同我积满一切的灵魂而你从一切中出现，充盈了我的灵魂你像我的灵魂，像一只梦想的蝴蝶你如同“忧郁”这个词我喜欢你是静静的：好像你已远去你听起来想在悲叹，一只如鸽般细语的蝴蝶你从远处聆听我，我的声音却无法触及你让我在你的静谧中安静无声并且让我籍着你的沉默与你说话你的沉默亮若明灯，简单如环你如黑夜，拥有寂静与群星你的沉默就是星星的力量，遥远而明亮我喜欢你是静静的：仿佛你消失了一样远隔千里，满怀哀恸，仿佛你已不在人世彼时，一个字，一个微笑，就已足够而我会感到幸福，但那样的幸福却不真实Do it BetterThe next time you find yourself plaining that something is broken or inconvenient or of low quality, go and do it better instead.If you hate how slow the line at your local coffeeshop moves, go and start a coffeshop that does lines better.If you think your boss is a terrible manager, get your own department or pany or team and run it the right way.If you’re appalled at the state of modern literature (“What are kids reading these days?”), write the kind of book that ought to be written.If you think pharmaceutical panies are corrupt, build one that isn’t.“That’s impossible,” you say. “I can’t start amulti-billion-dollar pany or write a bestseller or run a whole department!”Why not? Someone else clearly did. What makes you think you can’t? Plus, if you’re right about the better coffeeshop or the better management or the better book, then the market and the world are desperately looking for someone like you.“But I can’t do all of that!” you protest.You’re right; you can’t fix everything. You might not even be able to do two or three things. But if the other choice is to bee yet another armchair reformer who does nothing but plain, why not pick one and do something?[1] [2] 下一页【中文译文】下一次，当你发现有不顺眼的，比如，什么什么是坏的，慢的，劣质的，不要抱怨，自行做得更好。