秋天英语手抄报图片大全：秋天的英语诗歌

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.