著名英文诗歌
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When You Are Old ----Yeats When you are old and gray 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 shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
A Little Boy Lost
Nought loves another as itself Nor venerates another so.
Nor is it possible to Thought
A greater than itself to know:
And Father, how can I love you, Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around
the door.
The Priest sat by and heard the
child.
In trembling zeal he siez'd his
hair:
He led him by his little coat;
And all admir'd the Priestly care.
And standing on the altar high,
Lo what a fiend is here! said he:
One who sets reason up for
judge
Of our most holy Mystery.
The weeping child could not be
heard,
The weeping parents wept in
vain:
They strip'd him to his little shirt.
And bound him in an iron chain.
And burn'd him in a holy place,
Where many had been burn'd
before:
The weeping parents wept in
vain.
Are such things done on Albions
shore.
London
I wander thro' each charter'd
street.
Near where the charter'd
Thames does flow
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of
woe,
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear.
In every voice; in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls.
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
But most thro' midnight streets
I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the
Marriage hearse
Preface to Milton
And did those feet in ancient
time,
Walk upon Englands mountains
green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On Englands pleasant pastures
seen!
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded
hills?
And was Jerusalem builded
here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my Bow of burning
gold:
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds
unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!
I will not cease from Mental
Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my
hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In Englands green and pleasant
Land.
The Chimney Sweeper
When my mother died I was
very young,
And my father sold me while yet
my tongue,
Could scarcely cry weep weep
weep weep.
So your chimneys I sweep and in
soot I sleep.
Theres little Tom Dacre. who
cried when his head,
That curl'd like a lambs back,
was shav'd, so I said,
Hush Tom never mind it, for
when your head's bare,
You know that the soot cannot
spoil your white hair.
And so he was quiet, and that
very night,
As Tom was a sleeping he had
such a sight,
That thousands of sweepers
Dick, Joe, Ned and Jack
Were all of them lock'd up in
coffins of black,
And by came an Angel who had
a bright key
And he open'd the coffins and
set them all free.
Then down a green plain leaping
laughing they run
And wash in a river and shine in
the Sun.
Then naked and white, all their
bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds, and sport
in the wind.
And the Angel told Tom if he'd
be a good boy.
He'd have God for his father and
never want joy.
And so Tom awoke and we rose
in the dark