赞美母爱的英文诗歌欣赏
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赞美母爱的英文诗歌篇1
Mother Machree
There's a spot in my heart
which no colleen may own;
There's a depth in my soul
never sounded or known;
There's a place in my memory
my life that you fill;
No other can take it
no one ever will;
Every sorrow or care
in the dear days gone by;
Was made bright by the light
of the smile in your eye;
Like a candle that's set
in a window at night;
Your fond love has cheered me
and guided me right;
Sure I love the dear silver
that shines in your hair;
And the brow that's all furrowed
and wrinkled with care;
I kiss the dear fingers
so toil warm for me;
Oh! God bless you and
keep you, mother machree!
在我的心灵之中
有个地方，深不可测
其境从未与闻
哪个少女也难问津;
在我的记忆之中
我的生命充满你的身影
谁也不能取代
永远无人有此真情;
珍贵时光悠悠逝去
辛劳烦扰却永不消停
你眼中的微笑，其光彩
使烦劳转为光明;
宛如点燃的烛光
深夜透窗棂
你深情的爱激励我
引领我一直前进;
是的，我爱你如银的发丝
闪烁着深情的光芒
我爱你额上道道皱纹
岁月刻满沧桑
我吻你勤劳的手指
双手柔情温暖我心房;
啊，慈母在我心
苍天保佑，福寿永绵长!
赞美母爱的英文诗歌篇2
Mother's Love
There is no love, like a mother's love,
no stronger bond on earth...
like the precious bond that comes from God,
to a mother, when she gives birth.
A mother's love is forever strong,
never changing for all time...
and when her children need her most,
a mother's love will shine.
God bless these special mothers,
God bless them every one...
for all the tears and heartache,
and for the special work they've done.
When her days on earth are over,
a mother's love lives on...
through many generations,
with God's blessings on each one.
Be thankful for our mothers,
for they love with a higher love...
from the power God has given,
and the strength from up above.
----by Jill Lemming
赞美母爱的英文诗歌篇3
Before Two Portraits of My Mother
两幅母亲肖像前
I love the beautiful young girl of this
portrait, my mother, painted years ago
when her forehead was white, and there was no
shadow in the dazzling Venetian glass
of her gaze. But this other likeness shows
the deep trenches across her forehead’s white
marble. The rose poem of her youth that
her marriage sang is far behind. Here is
my sadness: I compare these portraits, one
of a joy-radiant brow, the other care-
heavy: sunrise—and the thick coming on
of night. And yet how strange my ways appear,
for when I look at these faded lips my heart
smiles, but at the smiling girl my tears start.
—Emile Nelligan (1879-1941)
我深爱这名美丽少女的画像，
她是我的母亲，绘制于多年前
当时她的前额白皙无瑕
如同威尼斯玻璃般闪亮，没有一丝阴影 在她双眸中。
但另一幅肖像显出深深的纹痕布满她皎白大理石般平滑的前额
她少女时的那 首玫瑰情诗
曾在她婚礼中被咏唱，如今已经远去。
此时我心悲伤：比较这两幅肖像
一幅显得 神情愉悦，另一幅显得心事重重
一幅如同朝阳初升
另一幅则如迎面而来的阴郁 黑夜。
然而我的反应却显得非比寻常
因为当我看着她失去光泽的双唇，
我心发出微笑，但看着那名微笑的少女
我的泪竟开始涌出。
—艾米里·奈利根 (1879-1941)