爱华网要改善我们这样一个经济落后大国的人民生活条件，只能靠艰苦奋斗，而不能只是临渊羡鱼。小编整理了关于奋斗的英文诗歌，欢迎阅读!
关于奋斗的英文诗歌篇一
伯顿·布莱利的诗——《成功》英文版
Success
If you want a thing bad enough
To go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and your sleep for it
If only desire of it
Makes you quite mad enough
Never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry and cheap for it
If life seems all empty and useless without it
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,
If gladly you'll sweat for it,
Fret for it,
Plan for it,
Lose all your terror of God or man for it,
If you'll simply go after that thing that you want.
With all your capacity,
Strength and sagacity,
Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity,
If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt,
Nor sickness nor pain
Of body or brain
Can turn you away from the thing that you want,
If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it,
You'll get it!
如果你对某种东西极度渴望
加倍努力为此奋斗
没日没夜为此劳碌
放弃娱乐、放弃睡眠、放弃舒适
一切渴望皆系于此
它的存在让其他一切变得俗艳和廉价
一切渴望皆系于此
它的存在让其他一切变得俗艳和廉价
没有它生命对你而言只剩苍白和空洞
你所有的计划都为它而设
所有的美梦都为它而做
所有的汗水都为它而流
所有的烦恼都为它而生
为了它，你不再对人类和上帝畏惧
只用尽你的能力、智慧与才华
全身心为此一搏
如果寒冷、贫穷、饥饿与憔悴都不能使你屈服
疾病、疼痛、身体和心灵的双重折磨亦不能使你放弃
你不屈不挠，勇往直前
那么最后的最后，它定是你的囊中之物
关于奋斗的英文诗歌篇二
Beautiful Dreamer:by Stephen Foster
Beautiful dreamer,wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer,queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.
Beautiful dreamer,awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer,awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer,out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer,beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer,awake unto me!
2:The Sun Rising
by John Donne
Busy old fool,unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows,and through curtains,call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch,go chide
Late schoolboys,and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices,
Love,all alike,no season knows,nor clime,
Nor hours,days,months,which are the rags of time.
Thy beams,so reverend and strong
Why shouldst thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long:
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look,and tomorrow late,tell me
Whether both the'Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou leftst them,or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear:"All here in one bed lay."
She'is all states,and all princes I,
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compar'd to this,
All honour's mimic,all wealth alchemy.
Thou,sun,art half as happy'as we,
In that the world's contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease,and since thy duties be
To warm the world,that's done in warming us.
Shine here to us,and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy centre is,these walls,thy sphere.
