英语童谣押韵种类

Starlight star bright poem Star Light Star bright,The first star I see tonight,I wish I may, I wish I might,Have the wish I wish tonight.

英文诗不会有aabb abab abac aacc ee.... 之类的格式。有些新诗甚至不注重押韵,自由无拘。且听英文电视台的资讯节目怎样介绍Agatha Christie。 She was known as the Queen of Crime, the Mistress of Mystery, and the Duchess of Death.（她被称为犯罪皇后、神秘女霸王、死亡女公爵。） 读友们有没有留意上述的Queen与Crime都是k音开头，Mistress与Mystery都是m音开头，Duchess与 Death都用d音开头？以相同辅音(consonant)开头的押韵方式叫做押头韵（alliteration)，是古代英诗中屡见不鲜的技巧，可收音韵铿锵之效。 以下几首诗，你看看。《My People》by Langston Hughes The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun. Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people 《Settling》 by Denise Levertov I was welcomed here—clear gold of late summer, of opening autumn, the dawn eagle sunning himself on the highest tree, the mountain revealing herself unclouded, her snow tinted apricot as she looked west, Tolerant, in her steadfastness, of the restless sun forever rising and setting. Now I am given a taste of the grey foretold by all and sundry, a grey both heavy and chill. I've boasted I would not care, I'm London-born. And I won't. I'll dig in, into my days, having come here to live, not to visit. Grey is the price of neighboring with eagles, of knowing a mountain's vast presence, seen or unseen. 《Tonight I Can Write》 by Pablo Neruda, translated by W.S. Merwin Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.