英文诗歌老师要求每天背一篇英文短文，我想投机取巧背诗，千万不要长啊，当然不能端到老师生气。十来句的。带翻译。10篇

英文诗歌
老师要求每天背一篇英文短文，我想投机取巧背诗，千万不要长啊，当然不能端到老师生气。十来句的。带翻译。10篇

1. O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill 10 (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill; Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver. hear, O hear!
　　狂野的秋风啊，你这秋的精气！没看见你出现，枯叶已被扫空，像群群鬼魂没见法师就逃避—— 它们或枯黄焦黑，或苍白潮红，真是遭了瘟灾的一大片；你呀，你把迅飞的种子载送去过冬，让它们僵睡在黑黢黢的地下，就像尸体在各自的墓里安躺，直到你那蔚蓝的春天妹妹呀对梦乡中的大地把号角吹响，叫羊群般的花苞把大气吸饮，又让山野充满了色彩和芳香。狂野的精灵，你正在四处巡行，既拉朽摧枯又保护。哦，你听！
　　2.Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, 15 Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head 20 Of some fierce M?nad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, 25 Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst. O hear!
　　你呀，乱云是雨和闪电的使者，正是在你震荡长空的激流上闪电被冲得像树上枯叶飘落，也从天和海错综的枝头骤降：宛若有个暴烈的酒神女祭司把她银发从幽暗的地平线上直竖向中天，只见相像的发丝在你汹涌的蓝莹莹表面四起，宣告暴风雨的逼近。残年濒死，你是它挽歌，而正在合拢的夜便是它上接天穹的崇墓巨陵—— 笼着你聚起的全部水汽之力，而黑雨、电火和冰雹也都将从这浓云中迸发而下。哦，你听！
　　3.Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, 30 Lull'd by the coil of his crystàlline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Bai?'s bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers 35 So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know 40 Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves. O hear!
　　你呀，在巴亚湾的浮石小岛旁② 地中海躺着听它碧波的喧哗，渐渐被催入它夏日里的梦乡，睡眼只见在那强烈的波光下，微微颤动着古老的宫殿城堡—— 那墙上满是青春苔藓和野花，单想想那芬芳，心儿就会醉掉！你却又把它唤醒。为给你开路，平坦的大西洋豁开深沟条条，而在其深处，那些水底的花树、枝叶中没有树汁的泥泞密林也都能立刻就辨出你的号呼，顿时因受惊而开始瑟缩凋零，③ 连颜色也变得灰暗。哦，你听！
　　4.If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share 45 The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! if even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven, As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed 50 Scarce seem'd a vision—I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. O! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd 55 One too like thee—tameless, and swift, and proud.
　　我若是被你托起的一片枯叶；我若是随你飞驰的一团云朵；我若是浪涛在你威力下喘息，分享你有力的冲动，那自由，哦！仅次于不羁的你；我若是仍然在我的童年时代，仍然能够做你在天空邀游时的忠实伙伴—— 因为那时，奔得比你快也未必是梦想；那我就不会如此艰难，无须这样哀求你。请把我掀起，哦，就当我是枯叶、云朵或浪涛！我，跌倒在人生荆棘上，滴着血！我，太像你：倔强、敏捷又高傲，但岁月的重负把我拴牢、压倒。
　　5.Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is. What if my leaves are falling like its own? The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, 60 Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, Like wither'd leaves, to quicken a new birth; And, by the incantation of this verse, 65 Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
　　让我像森林一样做你的诗琴，哪伯我的叶像森林的叶凋落！这两者又美又悲的深沉秋音你那呼啸的浩荡交响会囊括。但愿你这刚烈的精神我也有！但愿一往无前的你也就是我！请把我已死的思想扫出宇宙，就像你为催新生把落叶扫除！而且凭着我这一诗歌的经咒把我的话语传遍这人间各处，像由未灭的炉中吹送出火花！愿你通过我的嘴响亮地吹出唤醒这人世的预言号声！风啊，冬天既快来，春天难道还远吗？
　　6.Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream.In big black letters I write my name on them and the name of the village where I live.I hope that someone in some strange land will find them and know who I am.I load my little boats with shiuli flowers from our garden, and hope that these blooms of the dawn will be carried safely to land in the night.I launch my paper boats and look up into the sky and see the little clouds setting their white bulging sails.I know not what playmate of mine in the sky sends them down the air to race with my boats! When night comes I bury my face in my arms and dream that mypaper boats float on and on under the midnight stars.The fairies of sleep are sailing in them, and the lading is their baskets full of dreams.
　　我每天把纸船一个个放在急流的溪中我用大黑字写我的名字和我住的村名在纸船上。 我希望住在异地的人会得到这纸船，知道我是谁。我把园中长的秀利花载在我的小船上，希望这些黎明开的花能在夜里被平平安安地带到岸上。我投我的纸船到水里，仰望天空，看见小朵的云正张着满鼓着风的白帆。我不知道天上有我的什么游伴把这些船放下来同我的船比赛！夜来了，我的脸埋在手臂里，梦见我的纸船在子夜的星光下缓缓地浮泛前去。睡仙坐在船里，带着满载着梦的篮子。
　　不好意思，只要6首噢！