急求适合在元旦晚会上朗诵的英文诗歌

急求适合在元旦晚会上朗诵的英文诗歌
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关于友谊，亲情…… 不要关于爱情

1.A Red Red Rose a poem 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.
2.Friends a poem by
William Butler Yeats
Now must I these three praise
Three women that have wrought
What joy is in my days:
One because no thought,
Nor those unpassing cares,
No,not in these fifteen
Many-times-troubled years,
Could ever come between
Mind and delighted mind;
And one because her hand
Had strength that could unbind
What none can understand,
What none can have and thrive,
Youth's dreamy load,till she
So changed me that I live
Labouring in ecstasy.
And what of her that took
All till my youth was gone
With scarce a pitying look?
How could I praise that one?
When day begins to break
I count my good and bad,
Being wakeful for her sake,
Remembering what she had,
What eagle look still shows,
While up from my heart's root
So great a sweetness flows
I shake from head to foot.
3.Fire and Ice a poem by Robert Frost
FIRE AND ICE
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
4.My River a poem by Emily Dickinson
My river runs to thee.
Blue sea,wilt thou welcome me?
My river awaits reply.
Oh!sea,look graciously.
I鈥檒l fetch thee brooks
from spotted nooks.
Say,sea,Take me!
5.Beautiful Soup poem by Lewis Carroll
Beautiful Soup
BEAUTIFUL Soup,so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would not stoop?
Soup of the evening,beautiful Soup!
Soup of the evening,beautiful Soup!
Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!
Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!
Soo--oop of the e--e--evening,
Beautiful,beautiful Soup!
Beautiful Soup!Who cares for fish,
Game,or any other dish?
Who would not give all else for two
Pennyworth only of Beautiful Soup?
Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup?
Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!
Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!
Soo--oop of the e--e--evening,
Beautiful,beauti--FUL SOUP!
6.How doth the little crocodile...
poem by Lewis Carroll
How doth the little crocodile...
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!
7.A Birthday a poem by Christina Rossetti
A BIRTHDAY
Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come,my love is come to me.
8.Fog a poem by Carl Sandburg
FOG
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg
9.Father and Child a poem
by William Butler Yeats
She hears me strike the board and say
That she is under ban
Of all good men and women,
Being mentioned with a man
That has the worst of all bad names;
And thereupon replies
That his hair is beautiful,
Cold as the March wind his eyes.
10.Life in a Love
a poem by Robert Browning
Escape me?
Never鈥
Beloved!
While I am I,and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes,must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last,I fear:
It seems too much like a fate,indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled,get up to begin again,鈥
So the chase takes up one's life,that's all.
While,look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one,straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me鈥
Ever
Removed!