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1、经典优美的英文诗阅读【篇一】经典优美的英文诗阅读Clifton ChapelThis is the Chapel： here， my son，Your father thought the thoughts of youth，And heard the words that one by oneThe touch of Life has turnd to truth.Here in a day that is not far，You too may speak with noble ghostsOf manhood and the vows of warYou made before the
2、Lord of Hosts.To set the cause above renown，To love the game beyond the prize，To honour， while you strike him down，The foe that comes with fearless eyes;To count the life of battle good，And dear the land that gave you birth，And dearer yet the brotherhoodThat binds the brave of all the earth.-My son，
3、 the oath is yours： the endIs His， Who built the world of strife，Who gave His children Pain for friend，And Death for surest hope of life.To-day and here the fights begun，Of the great fellowship youre free;Henceforth the School and you are one，And what You are， the race shall be.God send you fortune：
4、 yet be sure，Among the lights that gleam and pass，Youll live to follow none more pureThan that which glows on yonder brass：Qui procul hinc，the legends writ，The frontier-grave is far awayQui ante diem periit：Sed miles， sed pro patria.【篇二】经典优美的英文诗阅读A Ballad of John NicholsonIt fell in the year of Muti
5、ny，At darkest of the night，John Nicholson by Jalndhar came，On his way to Delhi fight.And as he by Jalndhar came，He thought what he must do，And he sent to the Rajah fair greeting，To try if he were true.“God grant your Highness length of days，And friends when need shall be;And I pray you send your Cap
6、tains hither，That they may speak with me.“On the morrow through Jalndhar townThe Captains rode in state;They came to the house of John Nicholson，And stood before the gate.The chief of them was Mehtab Singh，He was both proud and sly;His turban gleamed with rubies red，He held his chin full high.He mar
7、ked his fellows how they putTheir shoes from off their feet;“Now wherefore make ye such adoThese fallen lords to greet?“They have ruled us for a hundred years，In truth I know not how，But though they be fain of masteryThey dare not claim it now.“Right haughtily before them allThe durbar hall he trod，
8、With rubies red his turban gleamed，His feet with pride were shod.They had not been an hour together，A scanty hour or so，When Mehtab Singh rose in his placeAnd turned about to go.Then swiftly came John NicholsonBetween the door and him，With anger smouldering in his eyes，That made the rubies dim.“You
9、are over-hasty， Mehtab Singh，”Oh， but his voice was low!He held his wrath with a curb of ironThat furrowed cheek and brow.“You are over-hasty， Mehtab Singh，When that the rest are gone，I have a word that may not waitTo speak with you alone.The Captains passed in silence forthAnd stood the door behind
10、;To go before the game was playedBe sure they had no mind.But there within John NicholsonTurned him on Mehtab Singh，“So long as the soul is in my bodyYou shall not do this thing.“Have ye served us for a hundred yearsAnd yet ye know not why?【篇三】经典优美的英文诗阅读A Letter From the FrontI was out early to-day，
11、 spying aboutFrom the top of a haystack such a lovely morningAnd when I mounted again to canter backI saw across a field in the broad sunlightA young Gunner Subaltern， stalking alongWith a rook-rifle held at the read， and would you believe it?A domestic cat， soberly marching beside him.So I laughed，
12、 and felt quite well disposed to the youngster，And shouted out the top of the morning to him，And wished him Good sport! and then I rememberedMy rank， and his， and what I ought to be doing：And I rode nearer， and added， I can only supposeYou have not seen the Commander-in-Chiefs orderForbidding Englis
13、h officers to annoy their AlliesBy hunting and shooting.But he stood and salutedAnd said earnestly， I beg your pardon， Sir，I was only going out to shoot a sparrowTo feed my cat with.So there was the whole picture，The lovely early morning， the occasional shellScreeching and scattering past us， the empty landscape，Empty， except for the young Gunner saluting，And the cat， anxiously watching his every movement.I may be wrong， or I may have told it badly，But it struck me as being extremely ludicrous