求一首经典英文小诗

　　——泰戈尔《世界上最远的距离》

　　the furthest distance in the world 世界上最遥远的距离，不是生与死
　　is not between life and death
　　but when i stand in front of you
　　yet you don't know that 而是我就站在你的面前，你却不知道我爱你
　　i love you

　　the furthest distance in the world 世界上最遥远的距离，不是我站在你面前，
　　is not when i stand in front of you 你却不知道我爱你
　　yet you can't see my love
　　but when undoubtedly knowing the love from both 而是明明知道彼此相爱，
　　yet cannot 却不能在一起
　　be togehter

　　the furthest distance in the world 世界上最遥远的距离，不是明明知道彼此相爱，
　　is not being apart while being in love 却不能在一起
　　but when plainly can not resist the yearning 而是明明无法抵挡这股想念，
　　yet pretending
　　you have never been in my heart 却还得故意装作丝毫没有把你放在心里

　　the furthest distance in the world 世界上最遥远的距离，不是明明无法抵挡这股想念，
　　is not
　　but using one's indifferent heart 却还得故意装作丝毫没有把你放在心里，
　　to dig an uncrossable river
　　for the one who loves you 而是用自己冷漠的心对爱你的人掘了一条无法跨越的沟渠

　　这首太经典了，而且背了对你以后也有用个的，用了好多排比，其实挺好背的！

　　还有这一段也是最经典的，你可以节选一部分出来朗诵：
　　出自《哈姆雷特》第三幕第一场
　　此段的全文如下：
　　To be, or not to be- that is the question: whether it's nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them? To die:to sleep;no more; andby a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To die: to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub: for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause: there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life;For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country, from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.
　　[编辑本段]译文
　　生存还是毁灭, 这是个值得考虑的问题: 默然忍受命运暴虐的毒箭, 或是挺身反抗人世无涯的苦难, 通过斗争把他们扫清，这两种行为，哪一种更高贵? 死了，睡着了，什么都完了。倘若在这一种睡眠之中, 我们心头的创痛，以及其他无数血肉之躯所不能避免的打击，都可以从此消失，这正是我们求之不得的结局。死了，睡着了，睡着了也许还会做梦。嗯， 阻碍就在这: 因为当我们摆脱了这一具腐朽的皮囊以后, 在那死的睡眠里，究竟将要做些什么梦，那不能不使我们踌躇顾虑。人们甘心久困于患难之中，也就是为了这个缘故。谁愿意忍受人世的鞭挞和讥嘲、压迫者的凌辱、傲慢者的冷眼、被轻蔑的爱情的惨痛、法律的迁延、官吏的横暴和费尽辛勤所换来的小人的鄙视， 要是他只用一柄小小的刀子，就可以清算他自己的一生？谁愿意负着这样的重担，在烦劳的生命的压迫下呻吟流汗，倘若不是因为惧怕不可知的死后，惧怕那从来不曾有一个旅人回来过的神秘之国，是它迷惑了我们的意志，使我们宁愿忍受目前的折磨，不敢向我们所不知道的痛苦飞去？这样，重重的顾虑使我们全变成了懦夫，决心的炽热的光彩，被审慎的思维盖上了一层灰色，伟大的事业在这一种考虑下，也会逆流而退，失去了行动的意义。
　　----《哈姆雷特》（英-莎士比亚）中的经典独白

The Music Within

By Lester E.Garrett

Life...What is it?
See it in the colors of autumn,
A gentle snowfall in winter,
A sudden shower in spring,
The radiance of a summer day.
Behold it in the laughter Of the young and the old.
Know of it in a surge of hope,
The blessings that are bountiful.
What is life?
It is joy,awareness,
And the music within.
Frow New Voice in American Poetry

心灵深处的音乐

生命是什么？
它浸染在五彩缤纷的秋色里，
飘融在轻柔无语的冬雪中，
在阵阵春雨里，
在绚丽夏日中。
它包含在老人爽朗的笑声里，
也隐匿在孩子们天真的嬉戏中。
它汹涌在人们的希望里，
它荡漾在美好的祝福中，
生命是什么？
是欢乐，是领悟，
是心灵深处的音乐。

Hope Is the Thing with Feathers

——Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers希望长着羽毛

That perches in the soul, 栖在灵魂里，

And sings the tune without the words, 唱着无词的乐曲，

And never stops at all. 从来不停息。

And sweetest in the gale is heard; 风越大声越甜；

And sore must be the storm寻常的风暴

That could abash the little bird 休想吓倒这双

That kept so many warm. 温暖众生的小鸟。

I’ve heard it in the chillest land, 我曾听她在最寒带,

And on the strangest sea; 最陌生的海上；

Yet, never, in extremity, 却从不因为潦倒,

It asked a crumb of me. 向我乞讨丝毫。

泰戈尔的。。

这一天是不快活的。光在蹙额的云下，如一个被责打的儿童，灰白的脸
上留着泪痕；风又号叫着，似一个受伤的世界的哭声。但是我知道，我正
跋涉着去会我的朋友。
Cheerless is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a
punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of
the wind is like the cry of a wounded world. But I know I am travelling
to meet my Friend.

我攀登上高峰，发现在名誉的荒芜不毛的高处，简直找不到一个遮身之地。
我的引导者呵，领导着我在光明逝去之前，进到沉静的山谷里去吧。在那里，一
生的收获将会成熟为黄金的智慧。
I have scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame's bleak and barren
height. Lead me, my Guide, before the light fades, into the valley of
quiet where life's harvest mellows into golden wisdom.

SPRING
Thomas Nash

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 frisk 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 fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street theses tunes our ears do greet,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Spring! the sweet Spring!

春
托马斯.纳什（郭沫若 译）

春，甘美之春，一年之中的尧舜，
处处都有花树，都有女儿环舞，
微寒但觉清和，佳禽争着唱歌，
啁啁，啾啾，哥哥，割麦、插一禾！

榆柳呀山楂，打扮着田舍人家，
羊羔嬉游，牧笛儿整日价吹奏，
百鸟总在和鸣，一片悠扬声韵，
啁啁，啾啾，哥哥，割麦、插一禾！

郊原荡漾香风，雏菊吻人脚踵，
情侣作对成双，老妪坐晒阳光，
走向任何通衢，都有歌声悦耳，
啁啁，啾啾，哥哥，割麦、插一禾！
春！甘美之春！