关于经典英文诗歌赏析

关于经典英文诗歌赏析

【篇一】关于经典英文诗歌赏析

　　I Started Early - Took My Dog

　　Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

　　I started Early - Took my Dog

　　And visited the Sea

　　The Mermaids in the Basement

　　Came out to look at me

　　And Frigates - in the Upper Floor

　　Extended Hempen Hands

　　Presuming Me to be a Mouse

　　Aground - upon the Sands

　　But no Man moved Me - till the Tide

　　Went past my simple Shoe

　　And past my Apron - and my Belt

　　And past my Bodice - too

　　And made as He would eat me up

　　As wholly as a Dew

　　Upon a Dandelion’s Sleeve

　　And then - I started - too

　　And He - He followed - close behind

　　I felt His Silver Heel

　　Upon my Ankle - Then my Shoes

　　Would overflow with Pearl

　　Until We met the Solid Town

　　No One He seemed to know

　　And bowing - with a Mighty look

　　At me - The Sea withdrew

【篇二】关于经典英文诗歌赏析

　　The Wild Swans At Coole

　　William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

　　The trees are in their autumn beauty,

　　The woodland paths are dry,

　　Under the October twilight the water

　　Mirror a still sky;

　　Upon the brimming water among the stones

　　Are nine-and-fifty swans.

　　The nineteenth autumn has come upon me

　　Since I first made my count;

　　I saw, before I had well finished,

　　All suddenly mount

　　And scatter wheeling in great broken rings

　　Upon their clamorous wings.

　　I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,

　　And now my heart is sore.

　　All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,

　　The first time on this shore,

　　The bell-beat of their wings above my head,

　　Trod with a lighter tread.

　　Unwearied still, lover by lover,

　　They paddle in the cold

　　Companionable streams or climb the air;

　　Their hearts have not grown old;

　　Passion or conquest, wander where they will,

　　Attend upon them still.

　　But now they drift on the still water,

　　Mysterious, beautiful;

　　Among what rushes will they build,

　　By what lake’s edge or pool

　　Delight men’s eyes when I awake some day

　　To find they have flown away?

【篇三】关于经典英文诗歌赏析

　　The Horses

　　Ted Hughes

　　I climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark.

　　Evil air, a frost-making stillness,

　　Not a leaf, not a bird,--

　　A world cast in frost. I came out above the wood

　　Where my breath left tortuous statues in the iron light.

　　But the valleys were draining the darkness

　　Till the moorline--blackening dregs of the brightening grey--

　　Halved the sky ahead. And I saw the horses:

　　Huge in the dense grey--ten together--

　　Megalith-still. They breathed, making no move,

　　With draped manes and tilted hind-hooves,

　　Making no sound.

　　I passed: not one snorted or jerked its head.

　　Grey silent fragments

　　Of a grey silent world.

　　I listened in emptiness on the moor-ridge.

　　The curlew’s tear turned its edge on the silence.

　　Slowly detail leafed from the darkness. Then the sun

　　Orange, red, red erupted

　　Silently, and splitting to its core tore and flung cloud,

　　Shook the gulf open, showed blue,

　　And the big planets hanging--.

　　I turned

　　Stumbling in the fever of a dream, down towards

　　The dark woods, from the kindling tops,

　　And came to the horses.

　　There, still they stood,

　　But now steaming and glistening under the flow of light,

　　Their draped stone manes, their tilted hind-hooves

　　Stirring under a thaw while all around them

　　The frost showed its fires. But still they made no sound.

　　Not one snorted or stamped,

　　Their hung heads patient as the horizons,

　　High over valleys, in the red levelling rays--

　　In din of the crowded streets, going among the years, the faces,

　　May I still meet my memory in so lonely a place

　　Between the streams and the red clouds, hearing curlews,

　　Hearing the horizons endure.

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