英语诗歌朗诵一：英语诗歌朗诵
I love you not because of who you are,but because of who I am when I am with you.
我爱你，不是因为你是一个怎样的人，而是因为我喜欢与你在一起时的感觉。
No man or woman is worth your tears,and the one who is ,won't make you cry.
没有人值得你流泪，值得让你这么做的人不会让你哭泣。
The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.
失去某人，最糟糕的莫过于，他近在身旁，却犹如远在天边。
Never frown,even when you are sad,because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
纵然伤心，也不要悉眉不展，因为你不知是谁会爱上你的笑容。
To the world you may be one person,but to one person you may be the world.
对于世界而言，你是一个人;但是对于某人，你是他的整个世界。
Don't waste your time on a man/woman,who isn't willing to waste their time on you.
无须为那些不愿在你身上花工夫的人而浪费你的时间。
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to,doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
爱你的人假如没有按你所希望的方式爱你，那并不代表他们没有全心全意地爱你。
Don't try to hard,the best things come when you least expect them to.
不要着急，最好的总会在最不经意的时候出现。
Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one,so that when we finally meet the person,we will know how to be grateful.
在遇到梦中人之前，上天也许会安排我们先遇到别人;在我们终于遇见心仪的人时，便应当心存感激。
Don't cry because it is over,smile because it happened.
不要因为结束而哭泣，微笑吧，为你的曾经拥有。
Life is a pure flame,and we live by an invisible sun within us.
-------Sir Thomas Browne
“生命是束纯净的火焰，我们依靠自己内心看不见的太阳而存在。”
--------托马斯。布朗爵士
英语诗歌朗诵二：美丽人生beauty
There were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that have nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart.
It is said that the true nature of being is veiled. The labor of words, the expression of art, the seemingly ceaseless buzz that is human thought all have in common the need to get at what really is so. The hope to draw close to and possess the truth of being can be a feverish one. In some cases it can even be fatal, if pleasure is one’s truth and its attainment more important than life itself. In other lives, though, the search for what is truthful gives life.
I used to find notes left in the collection basket, beautiful notes about my homilies and about the writer’s thoughts on the daily scriptural readings. The person who penned the notes would add reflections to my thoughts and would always include some quotes from poets and mystics he or she had read and remembered and loved. The notes fascinated me. Here was someone immersed in a search for truth and beauty. Words had been treasured, words that were beautiful. And I felt as if the words somehow delighted in being discovered, for they were obviously very generous to the as yet anonymous writer of the notes. And now this person was in turn learning the secret of sharing them. Beauty so shines when given away. The only truth that exists is, in that sense, free.
It was a long time before I met the author of the notes.
One Sunday morning, I was told that someone was waiting for me in the office. The young person who answered the rectory door said that it was “the woman who said she left all the notes.“ When I saw her I was shocked, since I immediately recognized her from church but had no idea that it was she who wrote the notes. She was sitting in a chair in the office with her hands folded in her lap. Her head was bowed and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely smile without pain. Her face was disfigured, and the skin so tight from surgical procedures that smiling or laughing was very difficult for her. She had suffered terribly from treatment to remove the growths that had so marred her face.
We chatted for a while that Sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week.
As it turned out we went to lunch several times, and she always wore a hat during the meal. I think that treatments of some sort had caused a lot of her hair to fall out. We shared things about our lives. I told her about my schooling and growing up. She told me that she had worked for years for an insurance company. She never mentioned family, and I did not ask.
We spoke of authors we both had read, and it was easy to tell that books are a great love of hers.
I have thought about her often over the years and how she struggled in a society that places an incredible premium on looks, class, wealth and all the other fineries of life. She suffered from a disfigurement that cannot be made to look attractive. I know that her condition hurt her deeply.
Would her life have been different had she been pretty? Chances are it would have. And yet there were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that had nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart. Her words came from a wounded but loving heart, very much like all hearts, but she had more of a need to be aware of it, to live with it and learn from it. She possessed a fine-tuned sense of beauty. Her only fear in life was the loss of a friend.
How long does it take most of us to reach that level of human growth, if we ever get there? We get so consumed and diminished, worrying about all the things that need improving, we can easily forget to cherish those things that last. Friendship, so rare and so good, just needs our care--maybe even the simple gesture of writing a little note now and then, or the dropping of some beautiful words in a basket, in the hope that such beauty will be shared and taken to heart.
The truth of her life was a desire to see beyond the surface for a glimpse of what it is that matters. She found beauty and grace and they befriended her, and showed her what is real.
她有着一种与外貌无关的灵气和美丽。她的言语轻而易举地征服了人心，她正是我们要聆听的声音。
很多人都说人生的真谛是个未知的概念。言词的费力诠释、艺术的着力表现还有人类那似乎永无休止的纷繁思考，三者都苦苦追寻人生的真谛。希望走近以至完全把握存在的真意可以令人十分狂热。有时候，有些人以自己笃信的真理为志趣，追寻真理甚于保全生命，于是就有舍生取义之举。然而，也有另外的一种人生，他们在寻求真谛的过程中灌溉生命。
过去，我时常在教堂的心意篮里面发现一些优美的小短文，有些是关于我的布道，有些是作者日常读《圣经》的感受。写这些短文的人不但对我的一些观点加以反思，而且还会引用一些他/她以前读过的，令他/她难忘又喜爱的诗人或者神秘主义者的话。我给这些短文迷住了。我看到了一个执着于追寻真与美的人。其珍而重之的字句，优美动人。我还感觉到好像那些字句也乐于让我们发现，它们是那么毫无保留地，慷慨地为这无名氏作者借用，而现在轮到这位无名氏来学习与人分享这些美文的奥秘。分享令美愈加闪耀生辉，在这个意义上说，其实世上唯一的真理是分毫不费的。
过了很久我才见到这些短文的作者。
一个星期天早上，我被告知有人正在办公室等我。帮我应门的年轻人说“是个女人，说留言是她放的。”看见她的时候我大吃一惊，因为我马上就认出她是我的教区信徒，只是我一直不知道那些短文是她写的。她坐在办公室的一张椅子上，两手相扣搁在大腿上，低垂着头。在抬头看我的`时候，她微笑起来却十分费劲。那是一张破了相的脸，外科手术使她的脸皮绷得紧紧的，笑对她来说也是很困难的。为了去除脸上碍眼的肉瘤她接受了手术治疗，这令她吃尽苦头。
那个星期天早上我们聊了一会儿，并决定那个星期再找个时间一起吃顿午饭。
后来我们不止吃了一顿午饭，而是好几顿。每次一起吃饭的时候她都戴着帽子。我想可能是她接受的某种治疗使她掉了不少头发。我们分享了各自生活中的点点滴滴。我跟她讲我读书和成长的故事。她告诉我她在一家保险公司里已经工作多年了。她从来没有提过自己的家庭，我也没有问。
我们还谈到大家都读过的作家作品，不难发现她非常喜欢看书。
这些年我经常想起她，在这个以外表、地位和财富等虚名浮利挂帅的社会中她是怎样一路挺过来的呢?毁掉的容颜使她怎么也无法变得耀眼迷人。我知道这深深地刺痛着她。
如果她长得漂亮，她的生命轨迹会不会有所不同呢?有可能。不过她有种独特的灵气和美，与外表完全无关。她的话轻而易举地征服了人心，她正是我们要聆听的声音。她的隽语出于一颗受过伤却充满爱的心，就像所有人的心一样，只不过她比别人更注重对自己心灵的关注、用心去体会生活并从中学习。她拥有一种细腻的美感。她生命里唯一的恐惧就是失去朋友。
我们究竟要花多长时间才能达到如此高度的成熟?能否最终达到还是个未知数呢。我们老觉得身心疲惫，怀才不遇，只顾为眼前的不足忧心忡忡，却忘了珍视一些历久常新的东西。友谊珍贵而美好，只需我们用心呵护，有时候简简单单的表示就已经足够了，譬如偶尔写几句话给朋友，或者在篮子里投入一些优美动人的字条，以期大家都能分享，记住美妙的时刻、美好的感觉。
她生命的真谛就是要透过事物的表面一睹其真正的本质。她发现了美和上帝的慈爱，而美和慈爱也待她如友，把生命的真谛呈现给她。
童年时
我们的故事
是一首断续的儿歌
北方的土地有你踩过的音符
南方的山水有我哭过的曲调
那时候
你还是打着山羊辫的小姑娘
那时侯
我还是穿着开裆裤的小男孩
少年时
我们的故事
是一首高低起伏的校园歌谣
长江沿岸有你埋下的.梦想
云贵高原有我种下的希望
那时候
你是一位聪明伶俐的少女
那时候
我是一位老实内向的少年
青年时
我们的故事
是一首羞涩朦胧的情歌
珍珠湖畔有你婉约的倩影
柳溪江边有我等待的真诚
那时候
你是一位文静善良的女子
那时候
我的一位文质彬彬的书生
老年时
我们的故事
是一首让人回味无穷的老歌
老屋里有你唠叨忙碌的话语
摇椅上有我安静闲情的涟漪
那时候
你是我一生所爱的老婆子
我是你一生所依的老相识。
死亡诗社故事讲述的是一个有思想的老师和一群希望突破的学生之间的故事，我们看看下面的死亡诗社经典台词吧！
死亡诗社经典台词英文
一、及时行乐，让你的生命超越凡俗
《船长，我的船长》
Oh ,captain ,my captain!
《劝少年们珍惜时光》及时采撷你的花蕾／旧时光一去不回/今天尚在微笑的花朵／明天变得风中枯萎(丁尼生)
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may/Old time is still a-flying/And this same flowers that smiles today/Tomorrow will be dying
因为信不信由你，这个房间里的每个人，总有一天都要停止呼吸，僵冷，死亡。我要你们向前到这儿来，细细玩味过去的面孔，你们经过这儿无数次，但从未真正看过他们，和你的差异并不大，对吧？同样的发型，和你们一样精力旺盛，和你们一样不可一世，世界都在他们的掌握之中，他们认为注定要成就大事，和大多数的你们一样，他们的.双眼充满了希望，和你们一样。他们是否虚度时光，到最后一无所成？因为各位所见到的……这些男孩现在都已化为尘土了，如果你们仔细倾听，便能听见他们在低声耳语，附耳过去，仔细听，听见了？CARPE..。听见了吗？CARPE... CARPE DIEM 及时行乐，孩子们，让你的生命超越凡俗。
Becuase believe or not, each one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die. I'd like you to step forward of you and peruse some of the faces from the past. They're not that different from you , are they? Same haircuts.
Full of hormones. Just like you. Invincible just like you fell. The world is their oyster. They belive they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives evenone iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentelman, these boys are now fertilising daffodils.
But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it ? Carpe...hear it?...Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day, boys, make your lives extrordinary。
二、诗歌、美丽、浪漫、爱情，才是我们活着的意义。
《英语诗歌五百年》序言：要完全理解诗歌，我们首先必须了解它的格调、韵律、修辞手法，然后提两个问题：第一，诗主题如何艺术地实现；第二，诗主题的重要性。
To fully understand poetry, we must first be fluent with its meter, rhyme and figures of speech, then ask two questions: 1) How artfully has the objective of the poem been rendered and 2) How important is that objective?
我们不是在接水管。
We're not laying pipe。
惟有在梦中，人们才是真正自由的。
Only in their dreams can men be truly free。
学会自己思考，学会欣赏文学和语言。不管别人怎么说，文学和语言的确能改变世界。
Learn to think for yourselves again. No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world。
我们读诗、写诗并不是因为它们好玩，而是因为我们是人类的一分子，而人类是充满激情的。没错，医学、法律、商业、工程，这些都是崇高的追求，足以支撑人的一生。但诗歌、美丽、浪漫、爱情，这些才是我们活着的意义。
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering -- these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love -- these are what we stay alive for。
(梭罗)死亡诗人致力于吸取生命的精华。
The Dead Poets was dedicated to "sucking the marrow out of life"。
我们是一群浪漫主义者。我们不仅仅是念诗，诗从我们舌间滑落，就像蜜糖。情绪高涨，女人亢奋，灵魂驰骋。
We weren't a Greek organization. We were Romantics. We didn't just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits soared, women swooned and gods were created。
(梭罗)我步入丛林／因为我希望生活得有意义／我希望活得深刻／吸取生命中所有的精华／把非生命的一切都击溃／以免当我生命终结／发现自己从没有活过
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived。
(丁尼生)来吧，我的朋友／寻找更新世界尚为时不晚／我决心已定，要驶过夕阳尽头／尽管我们不再有昔日的伟力，可以震天撼地／我们仍有着，同样的英雄的心／时间和命运，使它衰老／但坚强意志仍在／让我们去奋斗，去探索，去发现／永不屈服
(Alfred Lord Tennyson)Come my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset. And though we are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;-- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield。
然后我有了信仰／然后我有了想象／我被他们沉迷的嘲笑所感染／然后我看见刚果河／在黑土地上流过／在森林中划下一道金色的沟壑(语言的节奏感)
Then I had religion, then I had a vision. I could not turn from their revel in derision. Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black, cutting through the forest with a golden track。
三、要敢于开拓自己的天地
语言的目的只有一个：交流(学生)追求女人(老师)
language was developed for one endeavor, and that is?
To communicate...No,to woo women。
站上讲台，用不同的眼光来看待事物。
we must constantly look at things in a different way。
一旦觉得自己懂得，就必须换一种角度来看。这可能显得有些荒唐，或者愚蠢，但必须试一下。同样读书的时候，不要只想作者怎么看，想想你自己怎么看。
Just when you think you know something, you have to look at it in another way. Even though it may seem silly or wrong, you must try! Now, when you read, don't just consider what the author thinks. Consider what you think。
你们必须努力寻找自己的声音，因为你越迟开始寻找，找到的可能性就越小。
Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all。
梭罗说“大多数人都生活在平静的绝望中”。别陷入这种境地，冲出来。别像老鼠逃跑似的，看看你的周围，要敢于开拓自己的天地。
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation。(Thoreau)Don't be resigned to that. Break out! Don't just walk off the edge like lemmings。
四、做一个真正的上帝！
对我来说，运动只是一种让其他人把我们推向极致的机会。
For me, sport is actually a chance for us to have other human beings push us to excel。
与逆境不屈抗争，以无畏的气势面对敌人。
Oh to struggle against great odds. To meet enemies undaunted。
做一个世界的水手，游遍所有的港口。
To be a sailor of the world, bound for all ports。
我要做生活的主宰，而不是奴隶。
Oh, I live to be the ruler of life, not a slave。
走上绞刑台，面对行刑的枪口，我息安之如泰。
To mount the scaffolds. To advance to the muzzle of guns with perfect nonchalance。
舞蹈、鼓掌、兴奋、欢叫、跳跃、飘飘荡荡、滚滚向前
To dance, clap hands, exalt, shout, skip, roll on, float on。
哦，让生活从此变成一首欢乐的诗。
Oh, to have life henceforth the poem of new joys。
做一个真正的上帝！
To indeed be a god!
五、主题简单无妨，只是不要太俗套
1.爱(诗歌和生活的重要主题)
我在她微笑中看到了甜蜜／她的眼睛闪烁着光芒／但生活如此复杂／我已满意／只要知道／只要知道／她还活着
I see a sweetness in her smile. Blight light shines from her eyes. But life is complete; contentment is mine, Just knowing that... just knowing that she's alive。
2.主题简单无妨，只是不要太俗套
Sometimes the most beautiful poetry can be about simple things. Just don't let your poems be ordinary。
3.惠特曼“站在世界屋脊上，我喊出我野性的狂叫”
I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world。
一个牙齿流汗的疯子
a sweaty-toothed madman。
我闭上眼睛，他的形象在我眼前晃悠
I close my eyes. this image floats beside me。
一个牙齿流汗的疯子，瞪得我心怦怦直跳
A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain。
他伸出手，掐信我的脖子。
His hands reach out and choke me。
他一直在念叨真理。
all the time he's mumbling.Truth。
真理就像一床总让你双脚冰凉的毯子／你怎么扯，怎么拽，总也不够／踢也好，打也好，它总也盖不住我们／从我们哭着降生／到我们奄奄一息／它只会盖住你的脸／不管你如何痛苦／不管你如何痛苦／如何叫喊
Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。
六、你们用不着表演，完全为你自己。
坚持与从俗不同的信仰的困难。
the difficulty in maintaining your own beliefs in the face of others。
我们都有一种被人接受的需要。但是你必须坚持自己的信仰是独特的是你自己的，哪怕别人认为它们很怪，或者很讨厌，哪怕一群人都说，那太差。
we all have a great need for acceptance. But you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go。
罗伯特·弗洛斯特：希望你们也找到自己的路，找到自己的步伐、步调，任何方向，任何东西都行，不管是自负也好，愚蠢也好，什么都行。
I want you to find your own walk right now. Your own way of striding, pacing. Any direction. Anything you want. Whether it's proud, whether it's silly, anything. Gentlemen, the courtyard is yours。
你们用不着表演，完全为你自己。
You don't have to perform. Just make it for yourself。
要敢于逆流而上。
Swim against the stream。
