英文诗歌朗诵竞赛自选材料（推荐五篇）

第一篇：英文诗歌朗诵竞赛自选材料

Sonnets by Shakespeare

Sonnet 3 Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest, Now is the time that face should form another, Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.For where is she so fair whose uneared womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb, Of his self-love to stop posterity? Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime, So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.But if thou live remembered not to be, Die single and thine image dies with thee.Sonnet 9 Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye, That thou consum'st thy self in single life? Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to die, The world will wail thee like a makeless wife, The world will be thy widow and still weep, That thou no form of thee hast left behind, When every private widow well may keep, By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind: Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;But beauty's waste hath in the world an end, And kept unused the user so destroys it: No love toward others in that bosom sits That on himself such murd'rous shame commits.Sonnet 21 So is it not with me as with that muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven it self for ornament doth use, And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems: With April's first-born flowers and all things rare, That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.O let me true in love but truly write, And then believe me, my love is as fair, As any mother's child, though not so bright As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air: Let them say more that like of hearsay well, I will not praise that purpose not to sell.Sonnet

O how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring: And what is't but mine own when I praise thee? Even for this, let us divided live, And our dear love lose name of single one, That by this separation I may give: That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone: O absence what a torment wouldst thou prove, Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave, To entertain the time with thoughts of love, Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive.And that thou teachest how to make one twain, By praising him here who doth hence remain.Sonnet

What's in the brain that ink may character, Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit, What's new to speak, what now to register, That may express my love, or thy dear merit? Nothing sweet boy, but yet like prayers divine, I must each day say o'er the very same, Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine, Even as when first I hallowed thy fair name.So that eternal love in love's fresh case, Weighs not the dust and injury of age, Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place, But makes antiquity for aye his page, Finding the first conceit of love there bred, Where time and outward form would show it dead.Emily Dickinson

A charm invests a face

A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld.The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies, Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.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.BEAUTY John Masefield

Have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain: I have seen the lady April bringing in the daffodils，Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea, And seen strange lands from under the arched white sails of ships;But the loveliest things of beauty God ever has showed to me

Are her voice, and her hair, and eyes, and the dear red curve of her lips.Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast as Thou Art by John Keats

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient sleepless eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors;No yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever or else swoon to death.Come live with me and be my love 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.Unlike We Are Unlike Oh Princely Heart by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!Unlike our uses and our destinies.Our ministering two angels look surprise On one another, as they strike athwart Their wings in passing.Thou, bethink thee, art A guest for queens to social pageantries, With gages from a hundred brighter eyes Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part Of chief musician.What hast thou to do With looking from the lattice-lights at me, A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree? The chrism is on thine head, on mine, the dew And Death must dig the level where these agree

A Poison Tree by William Blake

I was angry with my friend;I told my wrath, my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.And I waterd it in fears, Night and morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright.And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine.And into my garden stole.When the night had veiled the pole;In the morning glad I see, My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.Nightingales by Robert Bridges

Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams wherefrom Ye learn your song:

Where are those starry woods? O might I wander there, Among the flowers, which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long!.Nay, barren are those mountains and spent the streams: Our song is the voice of desire, that haunts our dreams, A throe of the heart，Whose pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, No dying cadence, nor long sigh can sound, For all our art.Alone, aloud in the raptured ear of men We pour our dark nocturnal secret;and then, As night is withdrawn

From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn.Peace by Rupert Brooke

Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power, To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping，Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary, Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move, And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary, And all the little emptiness of love!

Oh!we, who have known shame, we have found release there, Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending, Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;

Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there But only agony, and that has ending;

And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.She Walks In Beauty

by Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face;Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place.And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

Gold Leaves by G.K.Chesterton

Lo!I am come to autumn, When all the leaves are gold;Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out The year and I are old.In youth I sought the prince of men, Captain in cosmic wars, Our Titan, even the weeds would show Defiant, to the stars.But now a great thing in the street Seems any human nod, Where shift in strange democracy The million masks of God.In youth I sought the golden flower Hidden in wood or wold, But I am come to autumn, When all the leaves are gold.Beautiful Dreamer by Stephen Foster

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me，Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;Sounds of the rude world heard in the day, Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song, List while I woo thee with soft melody;Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea, Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;Over the streamlet vapors are borne, Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart, E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;Then will all clouds of sorrow depart，Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

The Road not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.Once By The Ocean by Robert Frost

The shattered water made a misty din.Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never did to land before.The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.You could not tell, and yet it looked as if The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff, The cliff in being backed by continent;It looked as if a night of dark intent Was coming, and not only a night, an age.Someone had better be prepared for rage.There would be more than ocean-water broken Before God's last Put out the light was spoken.I Hear an Army by James Joyce

I hear an army charging upon the land, And the thunder of horses plunging;foam about their knees: Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand, Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the Charioteers.They cry into the night their battle name: I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame, Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.They come shaking in triumph their long grey hair: They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair? My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?

To Autumn by John Keats

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.Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'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.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 wailful 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 from a garden-croft;And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.Piano by D.H.Lawrence

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour With the great black piano appassionato.The glamour Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.Reaper And The Flowers by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There is a Reaper whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen，He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.``Shall I have nought that is fair?'' saith he;``Have nought but the bearded grain?

Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.''

He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves;It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.``My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,'' The Reaper said, and smiled;

``Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.``They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care，And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.''

And the mother gave, in tears and pain, The flowers she most did love;

She knew she should find them all again In the fields of light above.O, not in cruelty, not in wrath, The Reaper came that day;

'Twas an angel visited the green earth, And took the flowers away.Christmas Bells by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till, ringing, singing on its way The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound The Carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said;‘For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: ‘God is not dead;nor doth he sleep!The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!’

THE WILD DUCK by John Masefield

Twilight.Red in the West.Dimness.A glow on the wood.The teams plod home to rest.The wild duck come to glean.O souls not understood, What a wild cry in the pool;

What things have the farm ducks seen That they cry so--huddle and cry? Only the soul that goes.Eager.Eager.Flying.Over the globe of the moon, Over the wood that glows.Wings linked.Necks a-strain, A rush and a wild crying.A cry of the long pain

In the reeds of a steel lagoon, In a land that no man knows.When you are old by William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.Friends 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.SLEEP by Sir Philip Sidney

Come, Sleep;O Sleep!the certain knot of peace.The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, Th' indifferent judge between the high and low;With shield of proof shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw: O make in me those civil wars to cease;I will good tribute pay, if thou do so.Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind of light, A rosy garland and a weary head;

And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.Sound and Sense by Alexander Pope

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.'Tis not enough no harshness gives offense, The sound must seem an echo to the sense: Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows，And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows;But when loud surges lash the sounding shore，The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar;When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labors, and the words move slow;Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain，Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main.Hear how Timotheus' varied lays surprise, And bid alternate passions fall and rise!

O Captain My Captain by Walt Whitman

O Captain my Captain!our fearful trip is done, The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;But O heart!heart!heart!O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.O Captain!my Captain!rise up and hear the bells;Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;Here Captain!dear father!This arm beneath your head!It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;Exult O shores, and ring O bells!But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.The Tables Turned by William Wordsworth

The Tables Turned(An Evening Scene on the Same Subject)

Up!up!my Friend, and quit your books;Or surely you'll grow double: Up!up!my Friend, and clear your looks;Why all this toil and trouble?

The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow.Books!'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music!on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.And hark!how blithe the throstle sings!He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your Teacher.She has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth breathed by cheerfulness.One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect.Enough of Science and of Art;Close up those barren leaves;Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.Forget Not Yet by Thomas Wyatt

Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant My great travail so gladly spent Forget not yet.Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye knew, since whan The suit, the service, none tell can, Forget not yet.Forget not yet the great assays，The cruel wrongs, the scornful ways, The painful patience in denays Forget not yet.Forget not yet, forget not this, How long ago hath been, and is, The mind that never means amiss;Forget not yet.Forget not yet thine own approved, The which so long hath thee so loved, Whose steadfast faith yet never moved, Forget not this.

第二篇：英文诗歌朗诵

Believe in the Future相信未来

When cobwebs relentlessly clog my stove当蜘蛛网无情地查封了我的炉台，When its dying smoke sighs for poverty当灰烬的余烟叹息着贫困的悲哀，I will stubbornly dig out the disappointing ashes我依然固执地铺平失望的灰烬，And write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the Future用美丽的雪花写下：相信未来。

When my overripe grapes melt into late autumn dew当我的紫葡萄化为深秋的露水，When my fresh flower lies in another's arms当我的鲜花依偎在别人的情怀，I will stubbornly write on the bleak earth我依然固执地用凝霜的枯藤，With a dry frozen vine: Believe in the Future在凄凉的大地上写下：相信未来。I point to the waves billowing in the distance我要用手指那涌向天边的排浪，I want to be the sea that holds the sun in its palm我要用手掌那托住太阳的大海，Take hold of the beautiful warm pen of the dawn摇曳着曙光那枝温暖漂亮的笔杆 And write with a child-like hand: Believe in the Future用孩子的笔体写下：相信未来。The reason why I believe so resolutely in the future is: 我之所以坚定地相信未来，I believe in the eyes of the people of the future是我相信未来人们的眼睛—— Their eyelashes that can brush away the ash of history她有拨开历史风尘的睫毛，Their pupils that can see through the texts of time她有看透岁月篇章的瞳孔。It doesn't matter whether people shed contrite tears不管人们对于我们腐烂的皮肉，For our rotten flesh, or our hesitancy, or the bitterness of our failure那些迷途的惆怅、失败的苦痛，Whether they view us with sneers or deep-felt sympathy是寄予感动的热泪、深切的同情，Or scornful smiles or pungent satire还是给以轻蔑的微笑、辛辣的嘲讽。I firmly believe that people will judge our spines我坚信人们对于我们的脊骨，And our endless explorations, losses, failures and successes那无数次的探索、迷途、失败和成功，With an enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluation一定会给予热情、客观、公正的评定。

Yes, I await their judgement anxiously是的，我焦急地等待着他们的评定。Friends, please let us believe in the future朋友，坚定地相信未来吧，Believe in our unbending striving相信不屈不挠的努力，Believe in our youth that can conquer death相信战胜死亡的年轻，Believe in the Future: believe in Life.相信未来、热爱生命。

Never forget Your presence is a gift to the world.你的存在是献给世界地一份厚礼

You're unique and one of a kind.你是唯一的，是独一无二的 Your life can be what you want it to be 你想要的生活能成为现实 Take it one day at a time.日子要一天天的过

Focus on your blessings, not your troubles.多关注好事，而不是烦恼 And you'll make it through what comes along.不论有什么困难，你都能克服

Have belief in your ability.相信你的能力

Persist, have courage, be strong.要有毅力、有勇气，要身心坚强

Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.焦虑最浪费精力 The longer a problem is carried, 问题拖的越久 the heavier it gets.就变得越沉重

Don't take things too seriously.不要事事都太计较

Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.过平静的生活，不要活在悔恨之中 Don't put limits on yourself.不要自我设限

Your dreams are waiting to be realized.你的梦想等着你去实现 Don't waste time making excuses.不要浪费时间找种种借口 Reach for your peak, your goal!

攀登你的颠峰，追求你的目标

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood，And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth；

Then took the other, as just as fair，And having perhaps the better claim，Because it was grassy and wanted wear(磨损)；

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same，And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden（踩）black.Oh，I kept the first for another day！

Yet knowing how way leads on to way，I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence：

Two roads diverged in a wood，and I--

I took the one less traveled by，And that has made all the difference.没有走过的路

罗伯特·弗罗斯特

金色的树林路分两条，遗憾不能两条都到。

孤独的我长久伫立，极日眺望其中一条，直到它在灌丛中淹没掉。

然后我公平地选择了另外一条，或许理由更加充分，因为它草深需要有人上去走走。

说到有多少人从上面走过

两条路磨损得还真是差不多。

而且那天早晨两条路都静静地躺着，覆盖在上面的树叶都没有被踩黑，噢，我把第一条路留给了下一次！

但我知道前方的路变幻莫测，我怀疑我是否应该回来……

多年以后在某个地方，我将叹息着讲述这件事：

树林里路分两条，而我——

选择了行人较少的那条，就这样一切便发生了改变。

Bring it all back

找回自己

Don't stop, never give up, 不要停顿，永不放弃，Hold your head high高昂起头 Reach the top.到达顶峰。

Let the world see what you have got, 让世界看见你的收获，Bring it all back to you.找回自己。

Hold on what you try to be, 坚持自己想达到的境地，Your individuality |indi,vidju'æliti|个体.坚持自我。

When the world is on your shoulders, 当世界的重担压到了你的肩头时，Just smile and let it go.笑一笑，让它去。If people try to put you down, 如果有人打击你，Just walk on by, don't turn around, 走过去，不要回头，You only have to answer to yourself.你只须负责自己。

Don't you know it's true what they say, 难道你不知道他们说的是真的，That life, it isn't easy, 生活，不容易，But your time's coming around, 但你的时机将会来到，So do not stop trying.千万别停滞不进取。

When the world seems to get too tough, 当世界仿佛变得太艰难时，Bring it all back to you.找回自己。

Try not to worry about a thing.努力不为任何事担忧，Enjoy the times life can bring.享受生活能带来的好时光。Keep it all inside you, 让这一切留在你心里，Gotta let the feelings show.得让自己的感情流露。Imagination is the key, 幻想就是答案，'Cause you are your own destiny ['destini].因为你就是自己的命运。You never should be lonely, 你永远不必孤独，When time is on your side.当时间支持着你。

Don't you know it's true what they say, 难道你不知道他们说的是真的，Things are sent to try you.这些事都是为了考验你。But your time's coming around, 但你的时机将会来到，So do not stop trying.千万别停滞不进取。

Don't you know it's true what they say, 难道你不知道他们说的是真的，Things happen for a reason.事情发生都有道理。But your time's coming around, 但你的时机将会来到 So do not stop trying.千万别停滞不进取。

THE SIGNIFICANCE OF FAILURE

Robert H.Schuller

Failure doesn’t mean you are a failure，It does mean you haven’t succeeded yet.Failure doesn’t mean you have accomplished nothing，It does mean you have learned something.Failure doesn’t mean you have been a fool，It does mean you had a lot of faith.Failure doesn’t mean you’ve been disgraced，It does mean you were willing to try.Failure doesn’t mean you don’t have it，It does mean you have to do something in a different way.Failure doesn’t mean you are inferior，It does mean you are not perfect.Failure doesn’t mean you’ve wasted your life，It does mean you have a reason to start afresh.Failure doesn’t mean you should give up，It does mean you must try harder.Failure doesn’t mean you’ll never make it，It does mean it will take a little longer.Failure doesn’t mean God has abandoned you，It does mean God has a better idea.失败的意义

罗伯特·H·舒勒

失败并不代表你是个失败者，它只表明你尚未成功。

失败并不代表你一无所获，它只表明你吸取了一次教训。

失败并不代表你很愚蠢，它只表明你信心百倍。

失败并不代表你无脸见人，它只表明你百折不回。

失败并不代表你工夫白费，它只表明你的做事方法尚待改进。

失败并不代表你低人一等。

它只表明你并非完人。

失败并不代表你浪费生命，它只表明你有理由重新开始。

失败并不代表你应该放弃，它只表明你要加倍努力。

失败并不代表成功永不属于你，它只表明你要付出更多的时间。

失败并不代表上帝已经抛弃你，它只表明上帝还有更好的主意。

FOLLOW YOUR OWN COURSE

Neil Simon Don’t listen to those who say, “It’s not done that way.”

Maybe it’s not, but maybe you will.Don’t listen to those who say，“You’re taking too big a chance.”

Michelangelo would have painted the Sistine Floor, and it would surely be rubbed out by today.Most importantly, don’t listen When the little voice of fear inside of you rear its ugly head and says, “They’re all smarter than you out there.They’re more talented, They’re taller, blonder, prettier, luckier and have connections...” I firmly believe that if you follow a path that interests you, Not to the exclusion of love, sensitivity, and cooperation with others, But with the strength of conviction That you can move others by your own efforts, And do not make success or failure the criteria by which you live, The chances are you’ll be a person worthy of your own respect.走自己的路

尼尔·西蒙

别听那些人的话，“这事不能那么做。”

也许是不能那么做，可是也许你就会那么做。

别听那些人的话，“你这个险冒得太大了。”

米开朗琪罗可能在西斯廷教堂的地板上作过画，到今天肯定已经被抹掉了。最重要的是，当你心中恐惧的声音，抬起它丑陋的头说，“那边那些人都比你聪明，他们更有才华，他们更高大、皮肤更白、更漂亮、更幸运，并且认识各种各样的人…” 你可千万别理会。

我坚信只要选择一条你感兴趣的路，不排除爱情、敏锐以及与别人的合作，而是坚定地认为，通过你自身的努力能够感动他人，不把成功或者失败作为你生活的标准，那么你就可能成为值得自己敬佩的人。

These Things Shall Never Die 这些美好不会消逝

By--Charles Dickens/查尔斯.狄更斯

The pure.the bright,the beautiful, 一切纯洁的,辉煌的,美丽的，That stirred our hearts in youth, 强烈地震撼着我们年轻的心灵的，The impulses to wordless prayer, 推动着我们做无言的祷告的，The dreams of love and truth;让我们梦想着爱与真理的;

The longing after something's lost, 在失去后为之感到珍惜的，The spirit's yearning cry, 使灵魂深切地呼喊着的，The striving after better hopes-为了更美好的梦想而奋斗着的-

These things can never die.这些美好不会消逝。

The timid hand stretched forth to aid 羞怯地伸出援助的手，A brother in his need, 在你的弟兄需要的时候，A kindly word in grief's dark hour 伤恸困难的时候，一句亲切的话

That proves a friend indeed;就足以证明朋友的真心；

The plea for mercy softly breathed, 轻声地乞求怜悯，When justice threatens nigh, 在审判临近的时候，The sorrow of a contrite heart-懊悔的心有一种伤感--

These things shall never die.这些美好不会消逝。

Let nothing pass for every hand 在人间传递温情

Must find some work to do;尽你所能地去做；

Lose not a chance to waken love-别错失去了唤醒爱的良机-----

Be firm,and just ,and true;为人要坚定，正直，忠诚；

So shall a light that cannot fade 因此上方照耀着你的那道光芒

Beam on thee from on high.就不会消失。

And angel voices say to thee---你将听到天使的声音在说-----

These things shall never die.这些美好不会消逝。

ALWAYS HAVE A DREAM

永不放弃梦想

Forget about the days when it's been cloudy, 忘掉你的失意日子，But don't forget your hours in the sun.但不要忘记黄金的时光。

Forget about the times you've been defeated, 忘掉你的一次次失败，But don't forget the victories you've won.但不要忘记你夺取的胜利。

Forget about the misfortunes you've encountered, 忘掉你遭遇的不幸，But don't forget the times your luck has turned.但不要忘记你的时来运转。

Forget about the days when you've been lonely, 忘掉你的孤独日子，But don't forget the friendly smiles you've seen.但不要忘记你得到的友善的微笑。

Forget about the plans that didn't seem to work out right, 忘掉你没有得以顺利实施的计划，But don't forget to always have a dream.但不要放弃你的梦想。

第三篇：少儿英文诗歌朗诵材料

少儿英文诗歌朗诵材料

在学习、工作或生活中，大家都看到过许多经典的诗歌吧，诗歌语言凝练而形象性强，具有鲜明的节奏。那什么样的'诗歌才是经典的呢？以下是小编精心整理的少儿英文诗歌朗诵材料，欢迎大家分享。

Twinkle , twinkle, little star!闪耀闪耀，小星星

How I wonder what you are ,我想知道你身形

Up above the world so high ,高高挂在天空上

Like a diamond in the shy.就象天上的钻石

When the blazing sun is gone ,灿烂太阳已西沉

When he nothing shines upon ,它已不再照万物

Then you show your little light ,你就显露些微光

Twinkle , twinkle all the night.整个晚上眨眼睛

The dark blue shy you keep,留恋漆黑的天空

And often through my curtains peep，穿过窗帘向我望

For you never shut your eye，永不闭上眼睛

Till the sun is in the shy，直到太阳又现形

It is your bright and tiny spark，你这微亮的火星

Lights the traveler in the dark，黑夜照耀着游人

Though I know not what you are，虽我不知你身形

Twinkle twinkle , little star。闪耀，闪耀，小星星!

第四篇：少儿英文诗歌朗诵材料

【1】Rain雨

Rain is falling all around, 雨儿在到处降落，It falls on field and tree, 它落在田野和树梢，It rains on the umbrella here, 它落在这边的雨伞上，And on the ships at sea.又落在航行海上的船只。by R.L.Stevenson, 1850-1894

【2】O Sailor, Come Ashore啊！水手，上岸吧

(Part I)O sailor, come ashore 啊！水手，上岸吧

What have you brought for me? 你给我带来什么？ Red coral , white coral, 海里的珊瑚，Coral from the sea.红的，白的。(Part II)I did not dig it from the ground 它不是我从地下挖的，Nor pluck it from a tree;也不是从树上摘的； Feeble insects made it 它是暴风雨的海裹 In the stormy sea.弱小昆虫做成的。by C.G.Rossetti

【3】THE WIND风(Part I)Who has seen the wind? 谁曾见过风的面貌？ Neither I nor you;谁也没见过，不论你或我；

But when the leaves hang trembling, 但在树叶震动之际，The wind is passing through.风正从那里吹过。

(Part II)

Who has seen the wind? 谁曾见过风的面孔？ Neither you nor I;谁也没见过，不论你或我；

But when the trees bow down their heads, 但在树梢低垂之际，The wind is passing by.风正从那里经过。

～by C.G.Rossetti

另一首诗人的风之歌

O wind , why do you never rest, 风啊！为何你永不休止

Wandering, whistling to and fro, 来来回回的漂泊，呼啸 Bring rain out of the west, 从西方带来了雨

From the dim north bringing snow? 从蒙眬的北方带来了雪。

【5】THE CUCKOO布谷鸟 In April, 四月里，Come he will, 它就来了，In May, 五月里，Sing all day, 整天吟唱多逍遥，In June, 六月里，Change his tune, 它在改变曲调，In July, 七月里，Prepare to fly, 准备飞翔，In August, 八月里，Go he must!它就得离去了！

～by Mother Goose's Nursery Rhyme 【6】COLORS颜色

What is pink? A rose is pink 什么是粉红色？

By the fountain's brink.喷泉边的玫瑰就是粉红色。

What is red? A poppy's red 什么是艳红色？

In its barley bed.在大麦床里的罂粟花就是艳红色。

What is blue? The sky is blue 什么是蔚蓝色？天空就是蔚蓝色，Where the clouds float thro'.云朵飘过其间。What is white? A swan is white 什么是白色？

Sailing in the light.阳光下嬉水的天鹅就是白色。

What is yellow? Pears are yellow, 什么是黄色？梨儿就是黄色，Rich and ripe and mellow.熟透且多汁。

What is green? The grass is green, 什么是绿色？草就是绿色，With small flowers between.小花掺杂其间。

What is violet? Clouds are violet 什么是紫色？夏日夕阳里的In the summer twilight.彩霞就是紫色。

What is orange? Why, an orange, 什么是橘色？当然啦！

Just an orange!橘子就是橘色。

by C.G.Rossetti

【7】A House Of Cards 纸牌堆成的房子(1)

A house of cards 纸牌堆成的房子

Is neat and small;洁净及小巧

Shake the table, 摇摇桌子

It must fall.它一定会倒。

(2)

Find the court cards 找出绘有人像的纸牌

One by one;一张一张地竖起

Raise it, roof it,----再加上顶盖

Now it's done;----现在房子已经盖好

Shake the table!摇摇桌子

That's the fun.那就是它的乐趣。

by C.G.Rossetti 【8】What Does Little Birdie Say?(1)

What does little birdie say, 小鸟说些什么呢？

In her nest at peep of day? 在这黎明初晓的小巢中？

Let me fly, says little birdie, 小鸟说，让我飞，Mother, let me fly away, 妈妈，让我飞走吧。

Birdie, rest a little longer, 宝贝，稍留久一会儿，Till the little wings are stronger.等到那对小翅膀再长硬些儿。So she rests a little longer, 因此它又多留了一会儿，Then she flies away.然而它还是飞走了。

(2)

What does little baby say, 婴儿说些什么，In her bed at peep of day? 在破晓时分的床上？

Baby says, like little birdie, 婴儿像小鸟那样说，Let me rise and fly away.让我起来飞走吧。

Baby, sleep a little longer, 乖乖，稍微多睡一会儿，Till the little limbs are stronger.等你的四肢再长硬点儿。

If she sleeps a little longer, 如果她再多睡一会儿，Baby too shall fly away.婴儿必然也会像鸟儿一样地飞走。

by Alfred Tennyson, 1809-1892 【9】The Star 星星(1)

Twinkle, twinkle, little star!闪耀，闪耀，小星星！

How I wonder what you are, 我想知道你身形，Up above the world so high, 高高挂在天空中，Like a diamond in the sky.就像天上的钻石。

(2)

When the blazing sun is gone, 灿烂太阳已西沉，When he nothing shines upon, 它已不再照万物，Then you show your little light, 你就显露些微光，Twinkle, twinkle all the night.整个晚上眨眼睛。

(3)

The dark blue sky you keep 留恋漆黑的天空

And often thro' my curtains peep, 穿过窗帘向我望，For you never shut your eye 永不闭上你眼睛

Till the sun is in the sky.直到太阳又现形。

(4)

'Tis your bright and tiny spark 你这微亮的火星，Lights the traveler in the dark;黑夜照耀着游人，Though I know not what you are 虽我不知你身形，Twinkle, twinkle, little star!闪耀，闪耀，小星星！

by Jane Taylor, 1783-1824 【10】At The Seaside 海边(1)

When I was down beside the sea 当我到海边时

A wooden spade they gave to me 他们给了我一把木铲

To dig the sandy shore.好去挖掘沙滩。

(2)

The holes were empty like a cup 挖成像杯状般的空洞

In every hole the sea camp up, 让每个洞中的海水涌现

Till it could come no more.直到它不能再涌现。

by R.L.Stevenson

【11】Boats Sail On The Rivers(1)

Boats sail on the rivers, 小舟在河上航行，And ships sail on the seas;大船在海中操轮，But clouds that sail across the sky, 然而白云飘过天空时，Are prettier far than these.比这些更为悦人。

(2)

There are bridges on the rivers, 河上有桥，As pretty as you please;如你所愿的那么悦目；

But the bow that bridges heaven, 然而横跨在穹苍的长虹，And overtops the trees, 却比树梢更高，And builds a road from earth to sky, 而能建筑一条通行天际的道路，Is prettier far than these.比这些更为美好。

by C.G.Rossetti

【12】The Swing 秋千(1)

How do you like to go up in a swing, 你喜欢荡一趟秋千，Up in the air so blue? 置身于蓝蓝的晴空吗？

Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing 啊，我认为这是小孩所能做到的 Ever a child can do.最愉快的玩耍。

(2)

Up in the air and over the wall, 越过墙外高踞天空，Till I can see so wide, 直到我能望见如此广大的世界，River and trees and cattle and all 河流、树木、牛群，Over the countryside----还有整个的乡村。

(3)

Till I look down on the garden green 直到我俯瞰着翠绿的花园

Down on the roof so brown----以及棕色的屋顶

Up in the air I go flying again 我又飞上天去，Up in the air and down!在天地间上下穿梭！

by R.L.Stevenson 【13】The Blossom 花儿(1)

Merry, merry sparrow!愉快，愉快的小麻雀！

Under leaves so green, 在如此翠绿的树叶下，A happy blossom 一朵幸福的花儿

Sees you, swift as arrow, 看着你，如箭般地敏捷，Seek your cradle narrow 在我的胸前寻找

Near my bosom.你那窄小的摇篮。

(2)

Pretty, pretty robin!漂亮，漂亮的知更鸟！

Under leaves so green, 在如此翠绿的树叶下，A happy blossom 一朵幸福的花朵

Hears you sobbing, sobbing, 听到你呜咽，呜咽，Pretty, pretty, robin, 漂亮，漂亮的知更鸟！

Near my bosom.在我的胸前盘旋。

Bring It all Back 找回自己

Don't stop, never give up, 不要停顿，永不放弃，Hold your head high高昂起头

Reach the top.到达顶峰。

Let the world see what you have got, 让世界看见你的收获，Bring it all back to you.找回自己。

Hold on what you try to be, 坚持自己想达到的境地，Your individuality.坚持自我。

When the world is on your shoulders, 当世界的重担压到了你的肩头时，Just smile and let it go.笑一笑，让它去。

If people try to put you down, 如果有人打击你，Just walk on by, don't turn around, 走过去，不要回头，You only have to answer to yourself.你只须负责自己。

Don't you know it's true what they say, 难道你不知道他们说的是真的，That life, it isn't easy, 生活，不容易，But your time's coming around, 但你的时机将会来到，So don't you stop trying.千万别停滞不进取。Dream of falling in love, 梦想自己坠入了情网，Anything you've been thinking of, 自己想过的任何事情，When the world seems to get too tough, 当世界仿佛变得太艰难时，Bring it all back to you.找回自己。

Try not to worry 'bout a thing.努力不为任何事担忧，Enjoy the times life can bring.享受生活能带来的好时光。Keep it all inside you, 让这一切留在你心里，Gotta let the feelings show.得让自己的感情流露。Imagination is the key, 幻想就是答案，'Cause you are your own destiny.因为你就是自己的命运。You never should be lonely, 你永远不必孤独，When time is on your side.当时间支持着你。

Don't you know it's true what they say, 难道你不知道他们说的是真的，Things are sent to try you.这些事都是为了考验你。But your time's coming around, 但你的时机将会来到，So don't you stop trying.千万别停滞不进取。

Don't you know it's true what they say, 难道你不知道他们说的是真的，Things happen for a reason.事情发生都有道理。

But your time's coming around, 但你的时机将会来到，So don't you stop trying.千万别停滞不进取。

第五篇：小学生英文诗歌朗诵稿

朗诵是朗诵者的一种再创作活动。适合小学生朗诵的英文诗歌有那些呢？各位同学们，一起看看下面吧，欢迎大家朗诵哦！小学生英文诗歌朗诵稿（一）

Hold fast to dreams

把握梦想

For if dreams die

如果梦想消失

Life is a broken-winged bird

生命将是折翼之鸟

That cannot fly

无法飞行

Hold fast to dreams

把握梦想

For when dreams go

如果梦想逝去

Life is a barren field

生命将是一片荒原

Frozen with snow

大雪冰封

Morning

清 晨

I love to wake to each new day,我喜欢醒来迎接每一个清晨，And brush my dreams

Of night away,轻松抖落一夜的梦尘，And look out through my window wide

从窗口向外眺望远处，To see what weather is outside,广茅的天地是否晴空无云，And wonder what exciting thing

想象何等激动人心的事

This shining, un-used day

Will bring.这灿烂崭新的一天将献呈。

菊叶斯.基尔默

i think that i shall never see

a poem lovely as a tree.a tree whose hungry mouth is prest

againsr the earth's sweet flowing breast;

a tree that looks at god all day,and lifts her leafy arms to pry;

a tree that may in summer wear

a nest of robins in her hair;

upon whose bosom snow has lain;

who intimately lives with rain.poems are made by fools like me,but only god can make a tree.我向，永远不会看到一首诗，可爱的如同一株树一样。

一株树，他的饥渴的嘴

吮吸着大地的甘露。

一株树，他整日望着天

高擎着叶臂，祈祷无语。

一株树，夏天在他的发间

会有知更鸟砌巢居住。

一株树，白雪躺在他胸上，他和雨是亲密的伴侣。

诗是我辈愚人所吟，树只有上帝才能赋。