英語詩不僅是英語民族的優(yōu)秀文化遺產(chǎn),也是全世界文學(xué)寶庫中的燦爛明珠,為全人類所共有的精神財富。下面是由帶來的美麗的觸動心弦的英文詩歌，歡迎閱讀!
【篇一】美麗的觸動心弦的英文詩歌
I Love Thee by Thomas Hood
I love thee—I love thee!
’Tis all that I can say;
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day;
The very echo of my heart,
The blessing when I pray:
I love thee—I love thee!
Is all that I can say.
I love thee—I love thee!
Is ever on my tongue;
In all my proudest poesy
That chorus still is sung;
It is the verdict of my eyes,
Amidst the gay and young:
I love thee—I love thee!
A thousand maids among.
I love thee—I love thee!
Thy bright hazel glance,
The mellow lute upon those lips,
Whose tender tones entrance;
But most, dear heart of hearts, thy proofs
That still these words enhance,
I love thee—I love thee!
Whatever be thy chance.
【篇二】美麗的觸動心弦的英文詩歌
Go To The Limits of Your Longingby Rainer Maria Rilke
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
【篇三】美麗的觸動心弦的英文詩歌
Yet should I curse a god, if he but said,
Live without love, so sweet ill is a maid.
For when my loathing it of heat deprives me,
I know not whether my mind's whirlwind drives me.
Even as a headstrong courser bears away,
His rider vainly striving him to stay,
Or as a sudden gale thrusts into sea,
The haven touching bark now near the lea,
So wavering Cupid brings me back amain,
And purple Love resumes his darts again.
Strike boy, I offer thee my naked breast,
Here thou hast strength, here thy right hand doth rest.
Here of themselves thy shafts come, as if shot,
Better then I their quiver knows them not.
Hapless is he that all the night lies quiet and slumb'ring,
thinks himself much blessed by it.
Fool, what is sleep but image of cold death,
Long shalt thou rest when Fates expire thy breath.
But me let crafty damsels words deceive,
Great joys by hope I inly shall conceive.
Now let her flatter me, now chide me hard,
Let me enjoy her oft, oft be debarr'd.
Cupid by thee, Mars in great doubt doth trample,
And thy step-father fights by thy example.
Light art thou, and more windy then thy wings,
Joys with uncertain faith thou tak'st and brings.
Yet Love, if thou with thy fair mother hear ,
Within my breast no desert empire bear.
Subdue the wandring wenches to thy reign,
So of both people shalt thou homage gain.
【篇一】美麗的觸動心弦的英文詩歌
I Love Thee by Thomas Hood
I love thee—I love thee!
’Tis all that I can say;
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day;
The very echo of my heart,
The blessing when I pray:
I love thee—I love thee!
Is all that I can say.
I love thee—I love thee!
Is ever on my tongue;
In all my proudest poesy
That chorus still is sung;
It is the verdict of my eyes,
Amidst the gay and young:
I love thee—I love thee!
A thousand maids among.
I love thee—I love thee!
Thy bright hazel glance,
The mellow lute upon those lips,
Whose tender tones entrance;
But most, dear heart of hearts, thy proofs
That still these words enhance,
I love thee—I love thee!
Whatever be thy chance.
【篇二】美麗的觸動心弦的英文詩歌
Go To The Limits of Your Longingby Rainer Maria Rilke
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
【篇三】美麗的觸動心弦的英文詩歌
Yet should I curse a god, if he but said,
Live without love, so sweet ill is a maid.
For when my loathing it of heat deprives me,
I know not whether my mind's whirlwind drives me.
Even as a headstrong courser bears away,
His rider vainly striving him to stay,
Or as a sudden gale thrusts into sea,
The haven touching bark now near the lea,
So wavering Cupid brings me back amain,
And purple Love resumes his darts again.
Strike boy, I offer thee my naked breast,
Here thou hast strength, here thy right hand doth rest.
Here of themselves thy shafts come, as if shot,
Better then I their quiver knows them not.
Hapless is he that all the night lies quiet and slumb'ring,
thinks himself much blessed by it.
Fool, what is sleep but image of cold death,
Long shalt thou rest when Fates expire thy breath.
But me let crafty damsels words deceive,
Great joys by hope I inly shall conceive.
Now let her flatter me, now chide me hard,
Let me enjoy her oft, oft be debarr'd.
Cupid by thee, Mars in great doubt doth trample,
And thy step-father fights by thy example.
Light art thou, and more windy then thy wings,
Joys with uncertain faith thou tak'st and brings.
Yet Love, if thou with thy fair mother hear ,
Within my breast no desert empire bear.
Subdue the wandring wenches to thy reign,
So of both people shalt thou homage gain.