英国诗人关于孩子的诗词 英国诗人写的比较好的诗有哪些

1、W.B.Yeats(威廉姆·巴特·叶芝,英国)这是我最喜欢的英国诗人了.推荐一首短的吧.
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I heavens’embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light.
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths,
Of night and light and the half light.
I would spread the cloths under your feet,
But I, being poor, have only my dreams.
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
天国的嫁衣
如有天孙锦,
愿为君铺地.
镶金复镶银,
明暗日夜继.
家贫锦难求,
唯有以梦替.
践履慎轻置,
吾梦不堪碎.
2、Percy Bysshe Shelley(这个就是著名的雪莱了,英国人)
The Cloud
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother&aposs breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
云(节选)
我为焦渴的鲜花,从河川,从海洋
带来清新的甘霖;
我为绿叶披上淡淡的凉荫,当他们
从我的翅膀上摇落露珠,去唤醒
每一朵香甜的蓓蕾,
当她们的母亲绕太阳旋舞时摇晃着
使她们在怀里入睡.
我挥动冰雹的连枷,把绿色的原野
捶打得有如银装素裹,
再用雨水把冰雪消溶,我轰然大笑,
当我在雷声中走过.
3、Willam Wordsworth(华兹华斯,英国人,湖畔诗派的著名诗人)
We Are Seven
A SIMPLE Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
I met a little cottage Girl:
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.
She had a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad:
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
—Her beauty made me glad.
‘Sisters and brothers, little Maid,
How many may you be?’
‘How many? Seven in all,’ she said,
And wondering looked at me.
‘And where are they? I pray you tell.’
She answered, ‘Seven are we;
And two of us at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea.
‘Two of us in the church-yard lie,
My sister and my brother;
And, in the church-yard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother.’
‘You say that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea,
Yet ye are seven!—I pray you tell,
Sweet Maid, how this may be.’
Then did the little Maid reply,
‘Seven boys and girls are we;
Two of us in the church-yard lie,
Beneath the church-yard tree.’
‘You run above, my little Maid,
Your limbs they are alive;
If two are in the church-yard laid,
Then ye are only five.’
‘Their graves are green, they may be seen,’
The little Maid replied,
‘Twelve steps or more from my mother’s door,
And they are side by side.
‘My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchief there I hem;
And there upon the ground I sit,
And sing a song to them.
‘And often after sun-set, Sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there.
‘The first that died was sister Jane;
In bed she moaning lay,
Till God released her of her pain;
And then she went away.
‘So in the church-yard she was laid;
And, when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I .
‘And when the ground was white with snow,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side.’
‘How many are you, then,’ said I,
‘If they two are in heaven?’
Quick was the little Maid’s reply,
‘O Master! we are seven.’
‘But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven!’
’Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, ‘Nay, we are seven!’
“我们七个”
一个单纯的小孩,
他呼吸,轻快无比,
每只手脚都充满了生命,
他哪管什么叫死.
我碰到一个小女孩,
住乡下小屋,说她八岁.
她有着一头乱发,
在头上,一一下坠.
她一派乡野土气,
穿着随便失体,
她眼睛漂亮、真漂亮,
——她的美使我欢喜.
“小姑娘啊,”我问道,
“你可有几个兄弟姊妹?”
“几个呢?一共七个.”她答道,
看着我,奇怪有什么不对.
“告诉我,他们都在哪儿?”
她答道:“一共七位,
两个去航海,
两个住康卫.
“哥哥姐姐两个,