童年记忆塑造：给孩子背的十首英诗
1. WRIT T EN IN MARCH
WRITTEN IN MARCH,
While resting on the Bridge at the Foot of Brother's Water.
William Wordsworth
The cock is crowing,
The stream is f lowing,The small birds twitter,The lake doth glitter,The green f ield sleeps in the sun;The oldest and youngestAre at work with the strongest;The cattle are grazing,Their heads never raising;There are f orty f eeding like one!
Like an army def eatedThe Snow hath retreated,And now doth f are illOn the top of the bare hill;The Plough-boy is whooping—anon—anon:There's joy in the mountains;There's lif e in the f ountains;Small clouds are sailing,Blue sky prevailing;The rain is over and gone!
2. I'm No bo dy
Emily Dickinson
I’m Nobody! Who are you? (260)
Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
3. I Died f o r Beaut y
Emily Dickinson
I died f or beauty, but was scarceAdjusted in the tomb,When one who died f or truthwas lain
In an adjoining room.He questioned sof tly why If ailed ?
"For beauty," I replied."And I f or truth, — the two are one ;We brethren are," he said.And so, as kinsmen met a night,We talked between the rooms,Until the moss had reached our lips,And covered up our names.
4. St o pping by Wo o ds o n a Sno wy Evening
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods f ill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a f armhouse near
Between the woods and f rozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy f lake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go bef ore I sleep,
And miles to go bef ore I sleep.
5. T winkle T winkle Lit t le St ar
Jane Taylor
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,How I wonder what you are!Up above the world so high,Like a diamond in the sky.When this blazing sun is gone,When he nothing shines upon,Then you show your little light,Twinkle, twinkle, through the night.Then the traveller in the darkThanks you f or your tiny spark; He could not see where to go,If you did not twinkle so.In the dark blue sky you keep,
And of ten through my curtains peep,For you never shut your eyeTill the sun is in the sky.As your bright and tiny sparkLights the traveller in the dark,Though I know not what you are,Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
6. T he T yger
The Tyger
WILLIAM BLAKE
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the f orests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could f rame thy f earf ul symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the f ire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the f ire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread f eet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what f urnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the f orests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
curtains
Dare f rame thy f earf ul symmetry?
7. My Luve is Like a Red Red Ro s e
A Red, Red Rose
ROBERT BURNS
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So f air art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ lif e shall run. And f are thee weel, my only luve!
And f are thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
8. Lit t le Lamb Who Made T hee
The Lamb
WILLIAM BLAKE
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee Gave thee lif e & bid thee f eed.
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Sof test clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice!
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee          Little Lamb I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
9. Red Wheelbarro w
The Red Wheelbarrow
William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
10. Spring t he Sweet Spring
Spring, the sweet spring
THOMAS NASHE
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king, Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs f risk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The f ields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our f eet, Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
Spring, the sweet spring!

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