歌颂春天的英语诗歌

春天是一个让人们感觉到很温暖的季节，春天的优美景色也是让人陶醉。接下来小编搜集了歌颂春天的英语诗歌，仅供大家参考，希望帮助到大家。

　　篇一：THE SCENT OF SPRING

The village is full of the colour of white, and noises

Acacia flowers are blooming, attracting the wings of bees

To be covered with pollens of the sunshine

If you mix acacia flowers with flour and steam it—

We take a short cut to get ahead of the bees

And smell the scent of spring

“Acacia honey, acacia honey—“ Beekeepers

Prolongs his cry

And the road from * to the beehives are prolonged as well

　　篇二：In The Spring

From you have I been absent in the spring,

When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,

Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,

That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him,

Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell

Of different flowers in odor and in hue,

Could make me any summer’s story tell,

Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew.

Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,

Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;

They were but sweet, but figures of delight,

Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.

Yet seemed it winter still, and, you away,

As with your shadow I with these did play.

　　篇三：Butterflies Lingering over Flowers

Deep，deep the courtyard where he is，so deep

It's veiled by smokelike willows heap on heap，

By curtain on curtain and screen on screen.

Leaving his saddle and bridle，there he has been

my tower his trace can't be seen.

The third moon now，the wind and rain are raging late;

At dusk I bar the gate，

But I can't bar in spring.

My tearful eyes ask flowers，but they fail to bring

An answer;I see red blossoms fly o'er the swing.

　　篇四：Gathering Mulberry Leaves

Viewed from a light boat with short oars, West Lake is fair.

Green water winds along

The banks overgrown with sweet grass; here and there

Faintly we hear a flute song.

The water surface is smooth like glass when no wind blows;

I feel the boat moves no more.

Leaving ripples behind, it goes,

The startled waterbirds skim the flat sandy shore.

　　篇五：Spring Quiet

By Christina Rossetti

Gone were but the Winter,

Come were but the Spring,

I would go to a covert

Where the birds sing;

Where in the whitethorn

Singeth a thrush,

And a robin sings

In the holly-bush.

Full of fresh scents

Are the budding boughs

Arching high over

A cool green house;

Full of sweet scents,

And whispering air

Which sayeth softly:

"We spread no snare;

"Here dwell in safety,

Here dwell alone,

With a clear stream

And a mossy stone.

"Here the sun shineth Most shadily;

Here is heard an echo

Of the far sea,

Though far off it be."

　　篇六：A Light exists in Spring

A Light exists in Spring

Not present on the Year

At any other period —

When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad

On Solitary Fields

That Science cannot overtake

But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,

It shows the furthest Tree

Upon the furthest Slope you know

It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step

Or Noons report away

Without the Formula of sound

It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss

Affecting our Content

As Trade had suddenly encroached

Upon a Sacrament.