英语爱情的诗歌

英语关于爱情的诗歌

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　　One Day I Wrote Her Name

　　Edmund Spenser

　　One day I wrote her name upon the strand,

　　But came the waves and washed it away:

　　Again I wrote it with a second hand,

　　But came the tide and made my pains his prey.

　　"Vain man," said she, "that does in vain essay

　　A mortal thing so to immortalize;

　　For I myself shall like to this decay,

　　And eke my name be wiped out likewise."

　　"Not so," quoted I; "let baser things devise

　　To lie in dust, but you shall live by fame;

　　My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,

　　And in the heavens write you glorious name:

　　Where, whenas Death shall all the world subdue,

　　Our love shall live, and later life renew.

　　Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?

　　William Shakespeare

　　Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

　　Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

　　Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

　　And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

　　Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

　　And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

　　And every fair from fair sometime declines,

　　By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.

　　But thy eternal summer shall not fade

　　Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

　　Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,

　　When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,

　　So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

　　So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

　　Come live with me and be my love

　　by Christopher Marlowe

　　Come live with me and be my love,

　　And we will all the pleasures prove

　　That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,

　　Woods or steepy mountain yields.

　　And we will sit upon the rocks,

　　Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,

　　By shallow rivers to whose falls

　　Melodious birds sing madrigals.

　　And I will make thee beds of roses

　　And a thousand fragrant posies,

　　A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

　　Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

　　A gown made of the finest wool

　　Which from our pretty lambs we pull;

　　Fair lined slippers for the cold,

　　With buckles of th purest gold;

　　A belt of straw and ivy buds,

　　With coral clasps and amber studs:

　　And if these pleasures may thee move,

　　Come live with me and be my love.

　　The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing

　　For thy delight each May morning:

　　If these delights thy mind may move,

　　Then live with me and be my love.

　　Song to Celia

　　Ben Johnson

　　Drink to me only with thine eyes,

　　And I will pledge with mine;

　　Or leave a kiss but in the cup,

　　And I will not look for wine.

　　The thirst, that from the soul does rise,

　　Does ask a drink divine:

　　But might I of Jove's Nectar sup,

　　I would not change for thine.

　　I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath,

　　Not so much honoring thee,

　　As giving it a hope, that there

　　It could not withered bee.

　　But thou thereon did'st only breath,

　　And sent'st it back to me:

　　Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,

　　Not of it self, but thee.

　　A Red Red Rose

　　by Robert Burns

　　O my Luve's like a red, red rose

　　That's newly sprung in June;

　　O my Luve's like the melodie

　　That's sweetly played in tune.

　　As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

　　So deep in luve am I;

　　And I will luve thee still, my dear,

　　Till a' the seas gang dry:

　　Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,

　　And the rocks melt wi' the sun;

　　I will luve thee still, my dear,

　　While the sands o' life shall run.

　　And fare thee weel, my only Luve,

　　And fare thee weel awhile!

　　And I will come again, my Luve,

　　Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

　　Love's Secret

　　by William Blake

　　Never seek to tell thy love,

　　Love that never told can be;

　　For the gentle wind doth move

　　Silently, invisibly.

　　I told my love, I told my love,

　　I told her all my heart,

　　Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.

　　Ah! she did depart!

　　Soon after she was gone from me,

　　A traveller came by,

　　Silently, invisibly:

　　He took her with a sigh.

　　To Mary

　　by John Clare

　　I sleep with thee and wake with thee

　　And yet thou art not there;

　　I fill my arms with thoughts of thee

　　And press the common air.

　　Thy eyes are gazing upon mine

　　When thou art out of sight;

　　My lips are always touching thine

　　At morning, noon, and night.

　　I think and speak of other things

　　To keep my mind at rest

　　But still to thee my memory clings

　　Like love in woman's breast.

　　I hide it from the world's wide eye

　　And think and speak contrary,

　　But soft the wind comes from the sky

　　And whispers tales of Mary.

　　The night wind whispers in my ear,

　　The moon shines on my face;

　　The burden still of chilling fear

　　I find in every place.

　　The breeze is whispering in the bush,

　　The leaves fall from the tree;

　　All sighing on and will not hush,

　　Some pleasant tales of thee.

　　How Do I Love Thee?

　　by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

　　How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

　　I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

　　My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

　　For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

　　I love thee to the level of everyday's

　　Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

　　I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

　　I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

　　I love thee with the passion put to use

　　In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

　　I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

　　With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,

　　Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,

　　I shall but love thee better after death.

　　Annabel Lee

　　by Edgar Allan Poe

　　It was many and many a year ago,

　　In a kingdom by the sea,

　　That a maiden there lived whom you may know

　　By the name of Annabel Lee;

　　And this maiden she lived with no other thought

　　Than to love and be loved by me.

　　I was a child and she was a child,

　　In this kingdom by the sea;

　　But we loved with a love that was more than love-

　　I and my Annabel Lee;

　　With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

　　Coveted her and me.

　　And this was the reason that, long ago,

　　In this kingdom by the sea,

　　A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

　　My beautiful Annabel Lee;

　　So that her highborn kinsman came

　　And bore her away from me,

　　To shut her up in a sepulchre

　　In this kingdom by the sea.

　　The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

　　Went envying her and me-

　　Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,

　　In this kingdom by the sea)

　　That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

　　Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

　　But our love it was stronger by far than the love

　　Of those who were older than we-

　　Of many far wiser than we-

　　And neither the angels in heaven above,

　　Nor the demons down under the sea,

　　Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

　　Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

　　For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

　　Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

　　And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

　　Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

　　And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

　　Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,

　　In the sepulchre there by the sea,

　　In her tomb by the sounding sea.

　　Remember

　　by Christina Rosetti

　　Remember me when I am gone away,

　　Gone far away into the silent land;

　　When you can no more hold me by the hand,

　　Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

　　Remember me when no more day by day

　　You tell me of our future that you plann'd:

　　Only remember me; you understand

　　It will be late to counsel then or pray.

　　Yet if you should forget me for a while

　　And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

　　For if the darkness and corruption leave

　　A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

　　Better by far you should forget and smile

　　Than that you should remember and be sad.