双语诗歌life for rent

双语诗歌life for rent（通用6篇）

1.双语诗歌life for rent 篇一

双语诗歌鉴赏终结

An End

终结

Love, strong as Death, is dead.

Come, let us make his bed

Among the dying flowers:

A green turf at his head;

And a stone at his feet,

Whereon we may sit

In the quiet evening hours.

He was born in the Spring,

And died before the harvesting:

On the last warm summer day

He left us; he would not stay

For Autumn twilight cold and grey.

Sit we by his grave, and sing

He is gone away.

To few chords and sad and low

Sing we so:

Be our eyes fixed on the grass

Shadow-veiled as the years pass,

While we think of all that was

In the long ago.

爱，如死一般顽强，也已经死亡，

来吧，在凋谢的百花丛中，

让我们给它寻找一个安息的地方。

在它的头旁栽上青草，

再放一块石头在它的脚边，

这样，我们可以坐在上面，

在黄昏寂静的时光。

它诞生在春天，

却夭折在秋收以前；

在一个温暖的夏天，

它离我们而去，不再回来！

它害怕秋天的`黄昏，

又冷又灰暗。

我们坐在它的墓旁，

叹息它的死亡。

轻轻地拨动琴弦，

我们悲哀地低声歌唱：

“我们的目光倾注在青青的草上，

当岁月流逝，它们也披满了忧伤；

眼前的一切恍如昨日，

可是，那已是很久、很久以前！”

2.双语诗歌：安魂曲 篇二

Requiescat

安魂曲

strew on her roses, roses,

and never a spray of yew.

in quiet she reposes;

ah! would that i did too.

her mirth the world required;

she bathed it in smiles of glee.

but her heart was tired, tired.

and now they let her be.

her life was turning, turning;

in mazes of heat and sound;

but for peace her soul was yearning,

and now peace laps her round.

her cabin’d, ample spirit,

if flutter’d and fail’d for breath

to-night it doth inherit

the vasty hall of death.

用玫瑰花、玫瑰花覆盖伊，

却决不要一枝紫杉!

她安静地卧着休息：

啊，愿我也能长眠!

世界曾需要她的欢笑;

她曾以欢欣的微笑浸润它。

但她的心是倦了、倦了，

现在他们就不打扰她。

她的生活本在转动，

转动于兴奋与喧嚣的迷境中。

但她的`灵魂在渴求安宁，

而现在安宁将她包笼。

她受束缚的、丰富的精神，

它颤动，它不济----气息已荒。

今夜它确实继承

3.致布谷鸟中英双语诗歌 篇三

To the Cuckoo

O blithe new-comer! I have heard,

I hear thee and rejoice.

O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,

Or but a wandering Voice?

While I am lying on the grass

Thy twofold shout I hear;

From hill to hill it seems to pass

At once far off, and near.

Though babbling only to the Vale,

Of sunshine and of flowers,

Thou bringest unto me a tale

Of visionary hours.

Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!

Even ye thou art to me

No bird, but an invisible thing,

A voice a mystery;

The same whom in my schoolboy days

I listened to; that Cry

Which made me look a thousand ways

In bush, and tree, and sky.

To seek thee did I often rove

Through woods and on the green;

And thou wert still a hope, a love;

Still longed for, never seen.

And I can listen to thee yet;

Can lie upon the plain

And listen, till I do beget

That golden time again.

O blessed Bird! the earth we pace

Again appears to be

An unsubstantial, faery place;

That is fit home for thee!

致布谷鸟

啊，快乐的新客!

听到你啭鸣，我满怀喜悦;

啊，布谷，是否称你为鸟?

或为妙音，回荡清越?

当我躺在草地上，

听到你的二重唱：

似从这山传到那山，

似在近旁，又在远方。

你的歌声在山谷回荡，

伴着繁华和阳光;

你还把我带到

追忆往事的幻想。

我再三地欢迎

你是阳春的先行。

在我眼中，你可不是鸟，

而是无形的神奇之音。

想当年我还是小学生，

曾倾听同样的`鸣声;

我千方百计寻找，

从天上到丛林。

我时常漫游，为了找你，

踩着草地，穿过密林;

如今仍在期待，虽不眼见，

你仍是希望，是恋情。

此刻我躺在平原，

你的歌声仍能听见。

我专心谛听，

直到召回金色的童年。

我们栖息的大地

又显得空灵而神奇;

这是你安家的福地，

4.不要再问我诗歌双语对照 篇四

Ask me no more where Jove bestows,

When June is past, the fading rose;

For in your beauty’s orient deep,

These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.

Ask me no more whither do stray

The golden atoms of the day;

For in pure love heaven did prepare

Those powders to enrich your hair.

当六月过去，玫瑰凋残，

别再问我，爱神在哪里。

你的美丽是那么灿烂，

这些花儿，就在他的根部熟睡。

别再问我，是否漂泊

白天金色的阳光;

那是纯洁爱情的天空

那些粉末可以装饰你的秀发。

Ask me no more whither doth haste

The nightingale, when May is past;

For in your sweet dividing throat

She winters, and keeps warm her note.

Ask me no more where those stars light,

That downwards fall in dead of night;

For in your eyes they sit, and there

Fixed become, as in their sphere.

当五月悄然离去，

别再问我，夜莺在哪里

你那甜蜜的歌喉，

在冬季，温暖着她的音符。

别再问我，明亮的.繁星，

夜晚落在哪里;

他们就在你的眼中，

5.何地何故我吻了何人的唇双语诗歌 篇五

----by Edna St. Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain

Under my head till morning; but the rain

Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh

Upon the glass and listen for reply,

And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain

For unremembered lads that not again

Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,

Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,

Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:

I cannot say what loves have come and gone,

I only know that summer sang in me

6.双语经典诗歌终结 An End 篇六

Love, strong as Death, is dead.

Come, let us make his bed

Among the dying flowers:

A green turf at his head;

And a stone at his feet,

Whereon we may sit

In the quiet evening hours.

He was born in the Spring,

And died before the harvesting:

On the last warm summer day

He left us; he would not stay

For Autumn twilight cold and grey.

Sit we by his grave, and sing

He is gone away.

To few chords and sad and low

Sing we so:

Be our eyes fixed on the grass

Shadow-veiled as the years pass,

While we think of all that was