英语爱情的诗歌精选4篇
【阅读指引】阿拉题库网友为您分享整理的“英语爱情的诗歌精选4篇”范文资料，以供您参考学习之用，希望这篇文档对您有所帮助，喜欢就下载分享给大家吧！
英语爱情的诗歌【第一篇】
英语关于爱情的诗歌
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.
爱情诗歌【第二篇】
路过
那半点涟漪
心跳声轻轻流淌
不敢张扬
龌龊的眼神
无法捕捉你
匆匆的脚步
只等待
晨曦一抹
淡化那
满目疮痍的愁绪
7、《我希望》
人们常问，应该找一个什么样的伴侣呢？
我说：
我希望，她，和我一样，
胸中有血，心头有伤。
不要什么花好月圆，
不要什么笛短箫长。
要穷，穷得像茶，
苦中一缕清香。
要傲，傲得像兰，
高挂一脸秋霜。
我们一样，就敢在暗夜里，
徘徊在白色的坟场。
去倾听鸱鴞的惨笑，
追逐那飘移的荧光。
我们一样，就敢在森林里，
打下通往前程的标桩。
哪管枯枝上，猿伸长臂，
何惧石丛里，蛇吐绿芒。
我们一样，就敢随着大鲸，
划起一叶咿哑的扁舟，
去探索那遥远的海港，
任凭风如丧钟，雾似飞网。
我们一样，就敢在泥沼里，
种下松籽，要它成梁。
我们一样，就敢挽起朝晖，
踩着鲜花，走向死亡！
虽然，我只是一粒芝麻，
被风吹离了茎的故乡。
远别云雀婉转的歌喉，
远别玫瑰迷人的芬芳。
我坚信，也有另一颗芝麻，
躺在风风雨雨的大地上。
我们虽未相识，但我终极乐观，
因为我们顶的是同一轮太阳。
就这样，在遮天的星群里，
去寻找那粒闪烁的微光。
就这样，在蔽日的密林中，
去辨认那片模糊的叶掌！
8、《我还要等》
是的，我还要等……
既使风的歌涛
已漫过夜的堤坝
既使春的洪流
已冲毁冬的城郭
即使爱情
已走出阴暗的隧洞
即使亘古的渴望
已滴穿冰冷的寂寞
冰川开始风化
连望夫石
也在酝酿新的颂歌
而我，仍在等
也许等到
等到青春剥光叶片
生命长满褶皱
等到脉搏暗弱
目光锈蚀斑驳
等到激情燃尽
思念流成河
等到情感憔悴
变成荒凉的沙漠
等到心啼出血来
长满老茧
等到所有的梦幻
都凋落
而我，还要等
直到融进那个
古老的传说……
9、《赠别》
多少人的青春在这里迷醉，
然后走上熙攘的路程，
朦胧的是你的怠倦，云光，如水，
他们的自己丢失了随着就遗忘；
多少次了你的园门开启，
你的美繁复，你的心变冷，
尽管四季歌喉唱得多好，
当无翼而来的夜露凝重──
等你老了，独自对着炉火，
就会知道有一个灵魂也静静的，
他曾经爱过你的变化无尽，
旅梦碎了，他爱你的愁绪纷纷。
10、《窗外》
窗外的闲月
紧恋着窗内蜜也似的相思。
相思都恼了，
她远涎着脸儿在墙上相窥。
回头月恼了，
一抽身儿就没了。
月倒没了；
相思倒觉着舍不得了。
11、《她这一点头》
她这一点头，
是一杯蔷薇酒；
倾进了我的咽喉，
散一阵凉风的清幽；
我细玩滋味，意态悠悠，
像湖上青鱼在雨后浮游。
她这一点头，
是一只象牙舟；
载去了我的烦愁，
转运来茉莉的芳秀；
我伫立台阶，情波荡流，
刹那间瞧见美丽的宇宙。
12、《尘缘》
微风轻抚而过
摇响了那昏睡中的风铃
在记忆的天空中
还有你残留下的笑脸
想起年少的誓言
多想在告诉你
我对你的爱--依然不变
风雨中你的笑容依旧清晰
而我的爱却如沉大海
少年的梦已卓然破碎
曾经的诺言也随风而飞
一厢情愿的付出
一如既往的爱
换来的却是累累的伤痛
数着遍体的伤痕
那滴血的心
却还依然深爱你
13、《月下的细语》
杜鹃开着嫣红的花，
玫瑰含苞还没有放。
人细语在松树底下，
月儿斜挂在松树上。
“……爱我便请你信我，
有信心才算爱情。
信我心和明月似的清明，
还请爱他有圆缺阴晴。
“我深深地望着月儿，
月儿也深深望着我。
我把全生命爱他，
他也非把全生命爱我不可。
露珠湿润了杜鹃花，
玫瑰含苞将要放。
人细语在松树底下，
月儿正挂在松树上。
爱情诗歌【第三篇】
摇响了那昏睡中的风铃
在记忆的天空中
还有你残留下的笑脸
想起年少的誓言
多想在告诉你
我对你的爱——依然不变
风雨中你的笑容依旧清晰
而我的爱却如沉大海
少年的梦已卓然破碎
曾经的诺言也随风而飞
一厢情愿的付出
一如既往的爱
换来的却是累累的伤痛
数着遍体的。伤痕
那滴血的心
却还依然深爱你
英语诗歌《爱情的见证》【第四篇】
Slight unpremeditated Words are borne
By every common Wind into the Air;
Carelessly utter\'d, die as soon as born，
And in one instant give both Hope and Fear:
Breathing all Contraries with the same Wind
According to the Caprice of the Mind.
But Billetdoux are constant Witnesses，
Substantial Records to Eternity;
Just Evidences，who the Truth confess,
On which the Lover safely may rely;
They\'re serious Thoughts，digested and resolv\'d;
And last，when Words are into Clouds devolv\'d.
不加思索的轻率话语，
被每一次平凡的呼吸载入空气；
随便说说，刚出口即消失，
一瞬间给人希望和恐惧：
同一气息呼出万般矛盾心肠，
追随心灵无常的遐想。
但情书则是恒常的见证，
直至永恒的`实体记录；
公道的证物，它道出真诚，
恋人能在其上安心依附；
它们是严肃的思想，经过深思熟虑；
当话语在云外消失，它们还将延续。