Francesco Petrarch弗朗西斯克·彼特拉克经常被人们称为“Father of Humanism
人文主义之父”，彼特拉克的抒情诗是在继承普罗旺斯骑士诗歌和意大利“温柔的新体”诗派爱情诗传统的基础上创造出来的，并形成了自己的风格。下面就是小编给大家带来的外国经典英语诗歌精选，希望能帮助到大家!
外国经典英语诗歌精选1
o captain!my captain!
啊，船长!我的船长!
walt whitman (瓦尔特.惠特曼)
o captain!my captain!our fearful trip is done,
啊!般长!我的船长!可怕的航程已完成;
the ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
这船历尽风险，企求的目标已达成。
the port is near, the bells i hear, the people all exulting,
港口在望，钟声响，人们在欢欣。
while follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
千万双眼睛注视着船——平稳，勇敢，坚定。
but o heart!heart!heart!
但是痛心啊!痛心!痛心!
o the bleeding drops of red!
瞧一滴滴鲜红的血!
where on the deck my captain lies,
甲板上躺着我的船长，
fallen cold and dead.
他倒下去，冰冷，永别。
o captain! my captain!rise up and hear the bells;
啊，船长!我的船长!起来吧，倾听钟声;
rise up -for you the flag is flung -for you the bugle trills,
起来吧，号角为您长鸣，旌旗为您高悬：
for you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores crowding,
迎接您，多少花束花圈——候着您，千万人峰拥岸边;
for you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turing;
他们向您高呼，拥来挤去，仰起殷切的脸;
here, captain!dear father!
啊，船长!亲爱的父亲!
this arm beneath your head;
我的手臂托着您的头!
it is some dream that on the deck
莫非是一场梦：在甲板上
you 've fallen cold and dead.
您倒下去，冰冷，永别。
my captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
我的船长不作声，嘴唇惨白，毫不动弹;
my father does not feel my arm , he has no pulse nor will;
我的父亲没感到我的手臂，没有脉搏，没有遗言;
the ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
船舶抛锚停下，平安抵达;船程终了;
from fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
历经难险返航，夺得胜利目标。
exult, o shores!and ring, o bells!
啊，岸上钟声齐鸣，啊，人们一片欢腾!
but i,with mourful tread,
但是，我在甲板上，在船长身旁，
walk the deck my captain lies,
心悲切，步履沉重;
fallen cold and dead.
因为他倒下去，冰冷，永别。
外国经典英语诗歌精选2
To A Skylark
致云雀
by Percy Bysshe Shelley 雪莱
江枫 译
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
你好啊，欢乐的精灵!
你似乎从不是飞禽，
从天堂或天堂的邻近，
以酣畅淋漓的乐音，
不事雕琢的艺术，倾吐你的衷心。
Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
向上，再向高处飞翔，
从地面你一跃而上，
象一片烈火的轻云，
掠过蔚蓝的天心，
永远歌唱着飞翔，飞翔着歌唱。
In the golden lightning
Of the sunken sun
O'er which clouds are bright'ning,
Thou dost float and run,
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
地平线下的太阳，
放射出金色的电光，
晴空里霞蔚云蒸，
你沐浴着阳光飞行，
似不具形体的喜悦刚开始迅疾的远征。
The pale purple even
Melts around thy flight;
Like a star of Heaven
In the broad daylight
Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight:
淡淡的紫色黎明
在你航程周围消融，
象昼空里的星星，
虽然不见形影，
却可以听得清你那欢乐的强音——
Keen as are the arrows
Of that silver sphere,
Whose intense lamp narrows
In the white dawn clear
Until we hardly see--we feel that it is there.
那犀利无比的乐音，
似银色星光的利箭，
它那强烈的明灯，
在晨曦中暗淡，
直到难以分辨，却能感觉到就在空间。
All the earth and air
With thy voice is loud.
As, when night is bare,
From one lonely cloud
The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
整个大地和大气，
响彻你婉转的歌喉，
仿佛在荒凉的黑夜，
从一片孤云背后，
明月射出光芒，清辉洋溢宇宙。
What thou art we know not;
What is most like thee?
From rainbow clouds there flow not
Drops so bright to see
As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
我们不知，你是什么，
什么和你最为相似?
从霓虹似的彩霞
也降不下这样美的雨，
能和当你出现时降下的乐曲甘霖相比。
Like a poet hidden
In the light of thought,
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:
象一位诗人，隐身
在思想的明辉之中，
吟诵着即兴的诗韵，
直到普天下的同情
都被未曾留意过的希望和忧虑唤醒。
Like a high-born maiden
In a palace tower,
Soothing her love-laden
Soul in secret hour
With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:
象一位高贵的少女，
居住在深宫的楼台，
在寂寞难言的时刻，
排遣她为爱所苦的情怀，
甜美有如爱情的歌曲，溢出闺阁之外;
Like a glow-worm golden
In a dell of dew,
Scattering unbeholden
Its aerial hue
Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view:
象一只金色的萤火虫，
在凝露的深山幽谷，
不显露它的行踪，
把晶莹的流光传播，
在遮断我们视线的芳草鲜花丛中;
Like a rose embowered
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflowered,
Till the scent it gives
Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves.
象一朵让自己的绿叶
阴蔽着的玫瑰，
遭受到热风的摧残，
直到它的芳菲
以过浓的香甜使鲁莽的飞贼沉醉;
Sound of vernal showers
On the twinkling grass,
Rain-awakened flowers,
All that ever was
Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
晶莹闪烁的草地，
春霖洒落的声息，
雨后苏醒的花瓣，
称得上明朗，欢悦，
清新的一切，都不及你的音乐。
Teach us, sprite or bird,
What sweet thoughts are thine:
I have never heard
Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
飞禽或是精灵，有什么
甜美的思绪在你心头?
我从没有听到过
爱情或是淳酒的颂歌
能够迸涌出这样神圣的极乐音流。
Chorus hymeneal
Or triumphal chaunt
Matched with thine, would be all
But an empty vaunt--
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
赞婚的合唱也罢，
凯旋的欢歌也罢，
和你的乐曲相比，
不过是空调的浮夸，
人们可以觉察，其中总有着贫乏。
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields, or waves, or mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
什么样的物象或事件，
是你欢乐乐曲的源泉?
什么田野、波涛、山峦?
什么空中陆上的形态?
是你对同类的爱，还是对痛苦的绝缘?
With thy clear keen joyance
Languor cannot be:
Shadow of annoyance
Never came near thee:
Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
有你明澈强烈的欢快。
倦怠永不会出现，
烦恼的阴影从来
近不得你的身边，
你爱，却从不知晓过分充满爱的悲哀。
Waking or asleep,
Thou of death must deem
Things more true and deep
Than we mortals dream,
Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
是醒来或是睡去，
你对死的理解一定比
我们凡人梦想到的
更加深刻真切，否则
你的乐曲音流，怎能象液态的水晶涌泻?
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
我们瞻前顾后，为了
不存在的事物自扰，
我们最真挚的笑，
也交织着某种苦恼，
我们最美的音乐是最能倾诉哀思的曲调。
Yet if we could scorn
Hate, and pride, and fear;
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
可是，即使我们能摈弃
憎恨、傲慢和恐惧，
即使我们生来不会
抛洒一滴眼泪，
我也不知，怎能接近于你的欢愉。
Better than all measures
Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasures
That in books are found,
Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!
比一切欢乐的音律
更加甜蜜美妙，
比一切书中的宝库
更加丰盛富饶，
这就是鄙弃尘土的你啊，你的艺术技巧。
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then, as I am listening now!
教给我一半，你的心
必定熟知的欢欣，
和谐、炽热的激情
就会流出我的双唇，
全世界就会象此刻的我——侧耳倾听。
外国经典英语诗歌精选3
Bright Star 灿烂星辰
John Keats 约翰·济慈
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
愿我如你坚定–璀璨明星!
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
但不要高悬夜空显赫孤零。
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
像尘世间的隐士警觉清醒，
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
耐心注视大地，目不转睛。
The moving waters at their priestlike task
江水滔滔把牧师之职履行，
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
将那红尘之堤岸沐浴洗净。
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
或者凝视着玉屑曼舞晶莹，
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
一袭白纱帐装扮旷野峻岭。
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
不，我要一心不二永笃定，
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
头枕爱人的酥胸日渐坚挺。
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
永远感受跌宕起伏的温情，
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
洞察那份甜蜜的骚动不宁。
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
细柔的呼吸永远啜饮聆听，
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.
这样活着，或者晕厥丧命。
外国经典英语诗歌精选4
SONNET 29 十四行诗 第29首 [英] 莎士比亚
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes 遭人白眼，命运把我羞辱-
I all alone beweep my outcast state,只身向隅，为被弃而哀哭，
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, 冲聩聩苍天，我徒然惨呼，
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,反躬自顾，我将厄运咒诅。
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, 但愿我如某君前程煌煌，
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd, 喜其交际宽广，容颜厮像;
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, 机巧者、通达者，我都向往，
With what I most enjoy contented least;-最为欣赏的，希望最渺茫;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, 但这么想，几将自身看轻，
Haply I think on thee,—and then my state, 我陡然想到你，宛若百灵-
Like to the lark at break of day arising 从晦暗的大地冲破黎明，
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; 高唱着圣歌在天府门庭。
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings念及你的柔情富可敌国-
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.那君王之位算得了什么!
-by William Shakespeare(1564 -1616)
[附1]：梁宗岱教授译本-
当我受尽命运和人们的白眼，
暗暗地哀悼自己的身世飘零，
徒用呼吁去干扰聋瞆的昊天，
顾盼着身影，诅咒自己的生辰，
愿我和另一个一样富于希望，
面貌相似，又和他一样广交游，
希求这人的渊博，那人的内行，
最赏心的乐事觉得最不对头;
可是，当我正要这样看轻自己，
忽然想起了你，于是我的精神，
便像云雀破晓从阴霾的大地
振翮上升，高唱着圣歌在天门：
一想起你的爱使我那么富有，
和帝王换位我也不屑于屈就。
外国经典英语诗歌精选5
The Eyes That Drew from Me 吸引我的眼睛 by Francesco Petrarch弗朗西斯克·彼特拉克
The eyes that drew from me such fervent praise
那眼睛吸引我发出热情的赞美，
The arms and hands and feat and countenance
还有柔臂、纤手、鲜活的面庞，
Which made me a stranger in my own romance
浪漫的激情曾使我完全变了样，
And set me apart from the well-trodden ways;
远离了人群的喧闹，独自沉醉;
The gleaming golden curly hair, the rays
闪闪发光的金色卷发在飘飞，
Flashing from a smiling angel's glance
那是微笑的天使洒下的目光，
Which moved the world in paradisal dance,
世界舞蹈着，欢快地进入天堂，
Are grains of dust, insensibilities.
而今一切都冷却了，化为尘灰。
And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt,
我活着，自怨自艾，悲哀抑郁'
Left here without the light I loved so much,
曾经热爱的生活暗淡无光，
In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt
像航船失控，经历着狂风暴雨。
No more love songs, then, I have done with such,
再没有情歌让我放声高唱，
My old skill now runs thin at each attempt,
往日的才情已经枯竭远去，
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
我抚琴吟咏却听到泪水流淌。
