描写秋天的外国诗歌

秋天，叶子一片片落下，带着一丝丝的遗憾，投向大地母亲的'怀抱，一起来看看秋天的诗歌吧，本文是小编为大家收集整理的描写秋天的外国诗歌，欢迎参考借鉴。

描写秋天的外国诗歌【一】

If you were coming in the Fall,

I’d brush the summer by

With half a smile, and half a spurn,

As Housewives do, a Fly。

If I could see you in a year,

I’d wind the months in balls—

And put them each in separate Drawers,

For fear the numbers fuse—

If only Centuries, delayed,

I’d count them on my hand,

Subtracting, till my fingers dropped

Into Van Dieman’s Land。

If certain, When this life was out—

That your’s and mine, should be

I’d toss it yonder, like a Rind,

And take Eternity—

But, now, uncertain of the length

Of this, that is between,

It goads me, like the Goblin Bee—

That will not state-it’s sting。

描写秋天的外国诗歌【二】

A touch of cold in the Autumn night

一缕清寒在秋夜中飘荡漫步出门，

I walked abroad, And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge Like a red faced farmer.

见一轮红月倚在树篱上， 如同一个红脸膛的农夫。

I did not stop to speak, but nodded, And round about were the wistful stars

我没有停下来说话，只点了点头， 周围是沉思的繁星，

With white faces like town children.

白皙的脸，像城市中的孩童。

描写秋天的外国诗歌【三】

1

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun,

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

2

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair sort-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,

Dows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers.

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

Steady thy laden head across a brook;

Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

3

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a waiful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The red-breast whistles form a garden-croft;

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

描写秋天的外国诗歌【四】

A touch of cold in the autumn night

I walked abroad

And saw the ruddy man lean over a hedge

Like a red-faced farmer

I did not stop to speak, but nodded

And round about were the wistful stars

With white faces like town children