描写秋天的英语诗歌大全
我喜欢秋日,有清凉的风，连绵如织的细雨，那种朦胧，那种神秘，好像我也在这样的日子里，看到了一位忧伤的姑娘。下面是小编整理收集的关于秋天的英文诗歌，希望对你有所帮助.
诗歌一
Lake of Autumn
I remember quite clearly now when the story happened. The autumn leaves were floating in measure down to the ground, recovering the lake, where we used to swim like children, under the sun was there to shine. That time we used to be happy. Well, I thought we were. But the truth was that you had been longing to leave me, not daring to tell me. On that precious night, watching the lake, vaguely conscious. You said:" our story is ending."
The rain was killing the last days of summer, you had been killing my last breath of love, since a long time ago. I still don't think I'm gonna make it through another love story. You took it all away from me. And there I stand, I knew I was going to be the one left behind. But still I'm watching the lake, vaguely conscious, and I know my life is ending.
我仍清晰地记得故事发生的时候。
秋叶翻飞，飘落一地。
我们曾经孩子般戏水畅游过的小湖盖满落叶，
在太阳下闪着光。
那时我们幸福过，
哦，我是这样认为的
可事实上你早就想离开我，
只是不敢告诉我。
在那难以忘怀的夜晚，眼望湖水，恍惚中
你说：我们的故事已到尽头。
雨水扼杀着所剩无几的夏日，
而你很久以来也在扼杀我奄奄一息的爱。
我仍不认为自己会再去经历另一段爱情，
你把一切都带走了。
我只有悄然伫立，早已明白
自己会是那个被遗弃的人。
而我依然凝望湖水，恍惚中生命正离我而去.
Autumn is coming
The wind kisses my face,
Slowly and slowly
Like the hand of my mother,
The crops become golden,
Beautiful and beautiful,
Like the honouts from me,
The air is cool,
fresh and fresh ,
Like my girl's skin,
How magic it is!
How exciting it is!
what happened?
Oh~Autumn is coming!
我可以自己翻译下
秋天来了
风亲吻着我的脸硖,
轻轻的,缓缓的,
就象是母亲的手,
庄稼变成了金色,
很美丽,很漂亮,
象征着我收获的荣誉,
空气清清爽爽,
又新鲜,又清新,
象女孩子的皮肤.
多么神奇啊!多么让人高兴啊!
到底是怎么回事呢
啊~原来是秋天来了!
《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.
一
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。
二
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。
三
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。
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.
诗歌三
1.Autumn Fires
by Robert Louis Stevenson
In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
2.A Fall Song
by Ellen Robena Field
Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, "Winter is near;"
And the brown nuts fall
At the wind's loud call,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Good-by, sweet flowers!
Through bright Summer hours
You have filled our hearts with cheer
We shall miss you so,
And yet you must go,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Now the days grow cold,
As the year grows old,
And the meadows are brown and sere;
Brave robin redbreast
Has gone from his nest,
For this is the Fall of the year.
I do softly pray
At the close of day,
That the little children, so dear,
May as purely grow
As the fleecy snow
That follows the Fall of the year.
3.Farewell to the Farm
by Robert Louis Stevenson
The coach is at the door at last;
The eager children, mounting fast
And kissing hands, in chorus sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
To house and garden, field and lawn,
The meadow-gates we swang upon,
To pump and stable, tree and swing,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
And fare you well for evermore,
O ladder at the hayloft door,
O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
Crack goes the whip, and off we go;
The trees and houses smaller grow;
Last, round the woody turn we sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
