第1篇：一年级英语诗歌欣赏范文三篇
一年级英语诗歌欣赏范文三篇
一年级英语诗歌欣赏范文篇一
My Dog Likes to Disco
My doggy likes to disco dance.
He boogies every night.
He dances in his doghouse
till the early morning light.
The other dogs come running
when they hear my doggy swing.
A few will bring play their instruments.
The others dance and sing.
They pair off with their partners
as their tails begin to wag.
They love to do the bunny hop,
the fox trot and the shag.
Youll see the doghouse rockin
as a hundred dogs or more
all trip the light fantastic
on the doghouse disco floor.
At last, at dawn, they exit
in the early morning breeze,
and stop to sniff the fire hydrants,
bushes, lawns and trees.
I just dont understand it
for although it looks like fun.
I cant see how they fit inside
that doghouse built for one.
一年级英语诗歌欣赏范文篇二
The Llama and the Aardvark
The llama loved the aardvark.
They were married in the spring.
They had a dozen babies
and their babies loved to sing.
So people came from miles around,
and this is what they saw:
twelve little baby llaardvarks
singing llaa llaa llaa llaa llaa.
一年级英语诗歌欣赏范文篇三
Im Getting Sick of Peanut Butter
I look inside my lunch box,
and, oh, what do I see?
A peanut butter sandwich
staring glumly back at me.
I know I had one yesterday,
and, yes, the day before.
In fact, thats all Ive eaten
for at least a month or more.
Im sure tomorrow afternoon
the outlooks just as bleak.
Ill bet Im having peanut butter
every day this week.
Im getting sick of peanut butter
sandwiches for lunch.
Why cant I have baloney
or potato chips to munch?
I wish I had lasagna
or a piece of pumpkin pie.
Another day of peanut butter
might just make me cry.
But still this awful sandwich
is in every lunch I take.
You see, it is the only thing
that I know how to make.
第2篇：英语诗歌欣赏
英语诗歌欣赏
在生活、工作和学习中，大家对诗歌都再熟悉不过了吧，诗歌是一种抒情言志的文学体裁。还苦于找不到好的.诗歌？以下是小编收集整理的英语诗歌欣赏，欢迎阅读与收藏。
Against Love
Hence Cupid! with your cheating toys,
Your real griefs, and painted joys,
Your pleasure which itself destroys.
Lovers like men in fevers burn and rave,
And only what will injre them do crave.
Mens weakness makes love so severe,
They give him power by their fear,
And make the shackles which they wear.
Who to another does his heart submit,
Makes his own idol,and then worships it.
Him whose heart is all his own,
Peace and liberty does crown,
He apprehends no killing frown.
He feels no raptures which are joys diseased,
And is not much transported,but still pleased.
The Youth
There are gains for all our losses.
There are balms for all our pain;
But when youth, the dream, departs
It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.
We are stronger, and are better,
Under manhood’s sterner reign;
Still we feel that something sweet
Following youth, with flying feet,
And will never come again.
Something beautiful is vanished,
And we sigh for it in vain;
We behold it everywhere,
On the earth, and in the air,
But it never comes again!
Love
I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.
No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is ,wont make you cry.
The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you cant have them.
Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
Dont waste your time on a man/woman, who isnt willing to waste their time on you.
Just because someone doesnt love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they dont love you with all they have.
Dont try to hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.
Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.
Dont cry because it is over, smile because it happened.
Trees
J.Kilmer
I think that I shall J.Kilmernever see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
against the earths sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with the rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
My Father
When I was:
Four years old: My daddy can do anything.
Five years old: My daddy knows a whole lot.
Six years old: My dad is smarter than your dad.
Eight years old: My dad doesnt know exactly everything.
Ten years old: In the olden days, when my dad grew up, things were sure different.
Twelve years old: Oh, well, naturally, Dad doesnt know anything about that. He is too old to remember his childhood.
Fourteen years old: Dont pay any attention to my dad. He is so old-fashioned.
Twenty-one years old: Him? My Lord, hes hopelessly out of date.
Twenty-five years old: Dad knows about it, but then he should, because he has been around so long.
Thirty years old: Maybe we should ask Dad what he thinks. After all, hes had a lot of experience.
Thirty-five years old: Im not doing a single thing until I talk to Dad.
Forty years old: I wonder how Dad would have handled it. He was so wise.
Fifty years old: Id give anything if Dad were here now so I could talk this over with him. Too bad I didnt appreciate how smart he was. I could have learned a lot from him.
By The Arno
The oleander on the wall
Grows crimson in the dawning light,
Though the grey shadows of the night
Lie yet on Florence like a pall.
The dew is bright upon the hill,
And bright the blossoms overhead,
But ah! the grasshoppers have fled,
The little Attic song is still.
Only the leaves are gently stirred
By the soft breathing of the gale,
And in the almond－scented vale
The lonely nightingale is heard.
The day will make thee silent soon,
O nightingale sing on for love!
While yet upon the shadowy grove
Splinter the arrows of the moon.
Before across the silent lawn
In sea－green vest the morning steals,
And to loves frightened eyes reveals
The long white fingers of the dawn
Fast climbing up the eastern sky
To grasp and slay the shuddering night,
All careless of my hearts delight,
Or if the nightingale should die.
第3篇：欣赏英语诗歌
欣赏英语诗歌
My Mistress’ Eyes Are Nothing like the Sun
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun；
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red：
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun；
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head．
I have seen roses damasked*, red and white,be in pink
But no such roses see I in her cheeks；
And in some perfumes is there mor
第4篇：一年级英语诗歌
一年级英语诗歌
一年级英语诗歌欣赏篇一
Einsteins Brain
I heard that theyve got Einsteins brain
just sitting in a jar.
I dont know where they keep it,
but I hope it isnt far.
I need to go and borrow it
to help me with this test.
Ive answered twenty questions
but on every one I guessed.
If someone asks you where Ive gone,
then kindly please explain
Ill be right back; Ive just gone o
