優美經典英文詩歌朗誦

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　　優美經典英文詩歌篇1

　　Villonaud for This Yule

　　Towards the Noel that morte saison

　　***Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!***

　　Then when the grey wolves everychone

　　Drink of the winds their chill small-beer

　　And lap o' the snows food's gueredon

　　Then makyth my heart his yule-tide cheer

　　***Skoal! with the dregs if the clear be gone!***

　　Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.

　　Ask ye what ghost I dream upon?

　　***What of the magians' scented gear?***

　　The ghosts of dead loves everyone

　　That make the stark winds reek with fear

　　Lest love return with the foison sun

　　And slay the memories that me cheer

　　***Such as I drink to mine fashion***

　　Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.

　　Where are the joys my heart had won?

　　***Saturn and Mars to Zeus drawn near!***

　　Where are athe lips mine lay upon,

　　Aye! where are the glances feat and clear

　　That bade my heart his valor don?

　　I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown meer

　　***Who knows whose was that paragon?***

　　Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.

　　Prince: ask me not what I have done

　　Nor what God hath that can me cheer

　　But ye ask first where the winds are gone

　　Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.

　　優美經典英文詩歌篇2

　　Ezra Pound - The Plunge

　　I would bathe myself in strangeness:

　　These comforts heaped upon me, smother me!

　　I burn, I scald so for the new,

　　New friends, new faces,

　　Places!

　　Oh to be out of this,

　　This that is all I wanted

　　- save the new.

　　And you,

　　Love, you the much, the more desired!

　　Do I not loathe all walls, streets, stones,

　　All mire, mist, all fog,

　　All ways of traffic?

　　You, I wold have flow over me like water,

　　Oh, but far out of this!

　　Grass, and low fields, and hills,

　　And sun,

　　Oh, sun enough!

　　Out, and alone, among some

　　Alien people!

　　優美經典英文詩歌篇3

　　Ezra Pound - The Lake Isle

　　O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,

　　Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop,

　　With the little bright boxes

　　piled up neatly upon the shelves

　　And the loose fragment cavendish

　　and the shag,

　　And the bright Virginia

　　loose under the bright glass cases,

　　And a pair of scales

　　not too greasy,

　　And the votailles dropping in for a word or two in passing,

　　For a flip word, and to tidy their hair a bit.

　　O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,

　　Lend me a little tobacco-shop,

　　or install me in any profession

　　Save this damn'd profession of writing,

　　where one needs one's brains all the time.