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关于季节的英语诗歌：The Soote Season

温和的季节

Henry Howard

亨利·霍华德

the soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, with green hath and the hill and eke the vale;

温和的季节，催生叶芽和花蕾， 绿树青草覆盖了山峦和山谷，

the nightingale with feathers new she sings; the turtle to her mate hath told her tale.

换上新羽毛的夜莺把歌声放飞， 斑鸠对她的伴侣倾诉心曲。

summer is come, for every spray now spings; the hart hath hung his old head on the pale;

夏日来临，繁花茂叶压弯了树枝根根， 雄鹿把他暗褐色的角挂上篱桩，

the buck in brake his winter coat he flings; the fishes float with new repair'd scale;

公羊把他的冬装遗弃于灌木丛， 披上新鳞的鱼儿漂浮在水上。

the adder all her slough away she slings; the swift swallow pursueth the flies' small;

蛇儿蜕去她的旧皮， 轻捷的燕子追逐着小小的苍蝇，

the busy bee her honey now she mings. winter is worn, that was the flowers' bale.

忙碌的蜜蜂正在酿造花蜜， 严冬，戕害花儿的凶煞，如今筋疲力尽。

and thus I see among these pleasant things, each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs.

目光所至，万物一片生机，一览无余， 忧郁的事在消亡，忧愁依然袭上我的心头。

关于季节的英语诗歌：Poems in Honor of Spring

For winter's rains and ruins are over,

And all the season of snows and sins;

The days dividing lover and lover,

The light that loses, the night that wins;

And time remembered is grief forgotten,

And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,

And in green underwood and cover

Blossom by blossom the spring begins. —Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837–1909)

关于季节的英语诗歌：Summer Poetry

Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps

Followed each other till a dreary moor

Was crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon whose top

Standing alone, as from a rampart's edge,

I overlooked the bed of Windermere,

Like a vast river, stretching in the sun. —William Wordsworth (1770–1850)

关于季节的英语诗歌：Fall Poetry

The morns are meeker than they were,

The nuts are getting brown;

The berry's cheek is plumper,

The rose is out of town. —Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)

关于季节的英语诗歌：Winter Verse

In the bleak midwinter

Frosty wind made moan,

Earth stood hard as iron,

Water like a stone;

Snow had fallen, snow on snow,

Snow on snow,

In the bleak midwinter,

Long ago. —Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)