有关秋天的英文诗歌

　　季节到了秋天，有如人生，走过了青春的华美，经过时光的沉淀，生活，只剩下一粥一饭的平淡，和风风雨雨陪伴的温暖。下面是小编整理收集的关于秋天的英文诗歌，分享给大家，希望你们喜欢.

　　　　关于秋天的英文诗歌一

　　《毕业季》

　　秋天的脚步无声地踏过

　　autumn's footstep skated silently

　　我们——不期而遇

　　we meet by chance.

　　仲夏的花香默默地吹来

　　midsummer's flowery blows over faintly

　　我们——不舍而离

　　we separated with tears.

　　纵使我不能现在时间的门槛

　　even though i can not stand in the time threshold

　　拽住挥手的日期

　　to grab the date of departure.

　　我依旧要把未写完的诗句

　　still i want to continue the unfinished poems

　　抒写在不属于我的日子里

　　in the days far from me.

　　诀别后的雨季

　　in the rain season after the farewell

　　思念是我离你最远的距离

　　the furthest distance is my miss for you.

　　我站在梦的边缘

　　i just want to stand on the edge of the dream

　　轻轻地呼唤着你

　　to call you from my heart.

　　如果我的青春注定要被抹去

　　if my youth is doomed to be abandoned.

　　能不能再给我一秒的时间

　　please tell me if i can have another more second.

　　让我在破碎的梦里轻轻地说一句——我爱你

　　and let me take out “i love you ”from broken dream.

　　二

　　That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold

　　William Shakespere

　　That time of year thou mayst in me behold

　　When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

　　Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

　　bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

　　In me thou see'st the twilight of such day

　　as after sunset fadeth in the west;

　　which by and by black night doth take away,

　　death's second self, that seals all up in rest.

　　In me thou see'st the golwing of such fire,

　　that on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

　　as the death-bed whereon it must expire,

　　consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.

　　This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,

　　to love that well which thou must leave ere long.

　　在我身上你或许会看见秋天

　　【英】 威廉·莎士比亚

　　在我身上你或许会看见秋天，

　　当黄叶，或尽脱，或只三三两两

　　挂在瑟缩的枯枝上索索抖颤——

　　荒废的歌坛，那里百鸟曾合唱。

　　在我身上你或许会看见暮霭，

　　它在日落后向西方徐徐消退：

　　黑夜，死的化身，渐渐把它赶开，

　　严静的安息笼住纷坛的万类。

　　在我身上你或许会看见余烬，

　　它在青春的寒灰里奄奄一息，

　　在惨淡灵床上早晚总要断魂，

　　给那滋养过它的烈焰所销毁。

　　三

　　秋 Autumn

　　By thomas ernest hulme

　　托马斯.厄纳斯特.休姆

　　a touch of cold in the autumn night -

　　秋夜感凉意。

　　i walked abroad,

　　步庭里，

　　and saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge

　　却见晕月斜倚篱，

　　like a red-faced farmer.

　　红脸农夫何似!

　　I did not stop to speak, but nodded;

　　未停语，点头时，

　　and round about were the wistful stars

　　周天群星皆沉思，

　　with white faces like town children.

　　恰似城里儿童白脸皮。

　　四

　　Poems of Autumn(秋天的诗歌)

　　John Keats: To Autumn(济慈，秋颂)

　　SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

　　Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

　　Conspiring with him how to load and bless

　　With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

　　To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,

　　And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

　　To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

　　With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

　　And still more, later flowers for the bees,

　　Until they think warm days will never cease,

　　For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells

　　译文：雾气洋溢、果实圆熟的秋，

　　你和成熟的太阳成为友伴;

　　你们密谋用累累的珠球，

　　缀满茅屋檐下的葡萄藤蔓;

　　使屋前的老树背负着苹果，

　　让熟味透进果实的心中，

　　使葫芦胀大，鼓起了榛子壳，

　　好塞进甜核;又为了蜜蜂

　　一次一次开放过迟的花朵，

　　使它们以为日子将永远暖和，

　　因为夏季早填满它们的粘巢。

　　　　关于秋天的英文诗歌二

　　《forever autumn》

　　So, the season of the fall begins

　　Down the crossroads in a sleepy little inn

　　By the fire when the sun goes down

　　But the night becomes you

　　And the secrets of the rain

　　Forever autumn

　　And the season of the fall begins

　　Out the nightlands when the thunderstorm sets in

　　The secrets clear in the cloudy night

　　But the night becomes you

　　And the secrets of the rain, they will stay the same

　　And the time will come soon

　　With the secrets of the rain, and the storm again

　　Coming closer every day, forever autumn

　　And the season of the fall begins

　　Past the passingbell, past willow weeping

　　A ripple forms on the brinks of time

　　But the night becomes you

　　And the secrets of the rain, they will stay the same

　　And the time will come soon

　　With the secrets of the rain, and the storm again

　　Coming closer every day, forever autumn

　　To Autumn

　　by John Keats J.

　　1

　　Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

　　Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun,

　　Conspiring with him how to load and bless

　　With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

　　To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,

　　And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

　　To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

　　With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

　　And still more, later flowers for the bees,

　　Until they think warm days will never cease,

　　For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

　　2

　　Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

　　Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

　　Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

　　Thy hair sort-lifted by the winnowing wind;

　　Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,

　　Dows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

　　Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers.

　　And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

　　Steady thy laden head across a brook;

　　Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

　　Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

　　3

　　Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

　　Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,

　　While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

　　And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

　　Then in a waiful choir the small gnats mourn

　　Among the river sallows, borne aloft

　　Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

　　And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

　　Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

　　The red-breast whistles form a garden-croft;

　　And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.