關於世界著名英文詩歌篇1
On Liberty and Slavery
by George Moses Horton
Alas! and am I born for this，
To wear this slavish chain?
Deprived of all created bliss，
Through hardship， toil， and pain!
How long have I in bondage lain，
And languished to be free!
Alas! and must I still plain
Deprived of liberty.
Oh， Heaven! and is there no relief
This side the silent grave
To soothe the pain to quell the grief
And anguish of a slave?
e， Liberty， thou cheerful sound，
Roll through my ravished ears!
e， let my grief in joys be drowned，
And drive away my fears.
Say unto foul oppression， Cease：
Ye tyrants rage no more，
And let the joyful trump of peace，
Now bid the vassal soar.
Soar on the pinions of that dove
Which long has cooed for thee，
And breathed her notes from Afric's grove，
The sound of Liberty.
Oh， Liberty! thou golden prize，
So often sought by blood
We crave thy sacred sun to rise，
The gift of nature's God!
Bid Slavery hide her haggard face，
And barbari *** fly：
I scorn to see the sad disgrace
In which enslaved I lie.
Dear Liberty! upon thy breast，
I languish to respire;
And like the Swan upon her nest，
I'd to thy *** iles retire.
Oh， blest asylum heavenly balm!
Unto thy boughs I flee
And in thy shades the storm shall calm，
With songs of Liberty!
關於世界著名英文詩歌篇2
Private Eye Lettuce
by Richard Brautigan
Three crates of Private Eye Lettuce，
the name and drawing of a detective
with magnifying glass on the sides
of the crates of lettuce，
form a great cross in man's imagination
and his desire to name
the objects of this world.
I think I'll call this place Golgotha
and have some salad for dinner.
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psalm
by Alicia Suskin Ostriker
I am not lyric any more
I will not play the harp
for your pleasure
I will not make a joyful
noise to you， neither
will I lament
for I know you drink
lamentation， too，
like wine
so I dully repeat
you hurt me
I hate you
I pull my eyes away from the hills
I will not kill for you
I will never love you again
unless you ask me
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On Looking for Models
by Alan Dugan
The trees in time have something else to do
besides their treeing. What is it.
I'm a starving to death man myself，
and thirsty， thirsty by their fountains but I cannot drink
their mud and sunlight to be whole.
I do not understand these presences that drink for months
in the dirt， eat light，
and then fast dry in the cold.
They stand it out somehow，
and how， the Botanists will tell me.
It is the "something else" that bothers me，
so I often go back to the forests.
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On My First Son
by Ben Jonson
Farewell， thou child of my right hand， and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee， lov'd boy.
Seven years thou'wert lent to me， and I thee pay，
Exacted by thy fate， on the just day.
O， could I lose all father now! For why
Will man lament the state he should envy?
To have so soon 'scap'd world's and flesh's rage，
And， if no other misery， yet age?
Rest in soft peace， and， ask'd， say here doth lie
Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry.
For whose sake， henceforth， all his vows be such，
As what he loves may never like too much.