大学生个人朗诵英文诗（精选7篇）
Today is the day when daffodils bloom,
When cumulus clouds roar across the sky,
When light rain beckons spring to appear,
Which children pick to fill the room.
When robins returnSpring,
Robert McCracken.
Today is the day when bold kites fly,
Today is the day when grasses green, when children cheer.
Robert McCracken .
Today is the day when bold kites fly,
When cumulus clouds roar across the sky.
When robins return,when children cheer,
When light rain beckons spring to appear.
Today is the day when daffodils bloom,
Which children pick to fill the room,
Today is the day when grasses green,
When leaves burst forth for spring to be seen.
Greeting the sun green.
I step across the ocean.
Dawn will open the door all night.
I was immediately grow blue wings.
Flying to you.
Branches continuously provoked one wind.
Put them threw the air.
For this colorful banner.
Me singing aloud.
The one you turn.
Just hit my chest.
Spring goeth all in white,
Crowned with milk-white may;
in fleecy flocks of light,
o'er heaven the white clouds stray;
white butterflies in the air;
white daisies prank the ground;
the cherry and hoary pear,
scatter their snow around.
--- Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go ,yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that planned:
Only remember me ;you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember,do not grieve:
For it darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad. "
When springtime comes upon us,
Filling freshness in the air.
Showing natures own beauty,
With flowers blooming everywhere.
Trees start slowly budding.
Opening to the sun's warm rays.
Start the birds to singing.
Touching our hearts in these ways.
The grass starts turning greener.
Pushing up out of the ground.
Nature is waking up.
Sending forth her beautiful sound.
When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read,and dream of the soft look,
Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled,
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.