I want to find a short English poem that can be recited in one minute, preferably with a model reading. I want to use it in the speaking competition.

Flowers

(1)

Merry, merry sparrow! Merry, merry little sparrow!

Under leaves so green,

A happy blossom A happy flower

Sees you, swift as arrow, look Seek your cradle narrow Near my bosom.

(2)

Pretty, pretty robin! Pretty, pretty robin!

Under leaves so green,

A happy blossom A happy flower

Hears you sobbing, sobbing, hear you Sob, sob,

Pretty, pretty, robin, pretty, pretty robin!

Near my bosom.

The Swing

(1)

How do you like to go up in a swing,

Up in the air so blue? Up in the blue clear sky?

Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing

Ever a child can do.

(2)

Up in the air and over the wall,

Till I can see so wide, until I can Seeing such a vast world,

River and trees and cattle and all Rivers, trees, cattle,

Over the countryside---- and the whole countryside.

(3)

Till I look down on the garden green

Down on the roof so brown---- and Brown roof

Up in the air I go flying again I fly up to the sky again,

Up in the air and down! Shuttle up and down between heaven and earth!

Star

(1)

Twinkle, twinkle, little star! Shine, shine, little star!

How I wonder what you are,

Up above the world so high, hanging high in the sky,

Like a diamond in the sky. like a diamond in the sky.

(2)

When the blazing sun is gone, The blazing sun has set in the west,

When he nothing shines upon, it no longer shines on everything,

Then you show your little light,

Twinkle, twinkle all the night.

(3)

The dark blue sky you keep

And often thro' my curtains peep, look at me through the curtains, < /p>

For you never shut your eye

Till the sun is in the sky. Until the sun appears again.

(4)

Tis your bright and tiny spark

Lights the traveler in the dark; /p>

Though I know not what you are

Twinkle, twinkle, little star! Shine, shine, little star!

Jingle Bells

(1)

Dashing thro' the snow,

In a one-horse open sleigh,

O'er the fields we go,

Laughing all the way;

Bells on bobtail ring,

Making spirits bright;

What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song tonight! A sleighing song tonight! It’s like a living fairy!

(Refrain:) Jingle, bells! Jingle, bells! (repeatedly) Jingle bells! Jingle bells!

Jingle all the way! Jingle bells all the way!

Oh! What fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh! Ah! Sitting on a horse-drawn snowmobile, oh! How much joy there is!

(2)

Now the ground is white,

Go it while you're young;

Go while you're young;

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Take the girls tonight,

And sing this sleighing song.

Just get a bob-tailed bay,

Two-forty for his speed; 240 steps per minute;

then hitch him to an open sleigh,

And crack! You'll take the lead. Crack crack! You lead the way.

Sweet Home

(1)

Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Although we will also indulge in pleasures and palaces In luxury,

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home! No matter how humble the home is, there's no place like it!

A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, like magic falling from the sky, making us feel holy at home

Which seek through the world, is ne'er met with Elsewhere, even if I search all over the world, I can't find a place like this,

Home! Home! Sweet, sweet Home! Home! Home! Home sweet home!

There's no place like Home! There's no place like Home! There's no place like Home! There's no place like home!

(2)

I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild,

And feel that my mother now thinks of her child,

As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door,

Through the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more. Through the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.

Home! Home! Sweet, sweet Home! Home! Home! Home sweet home!

There's no place like Home! There's no place like Home! There's no place like Home! There's no place like home!

(3)

An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain; For a wanderer who has left his hometown, no matter how gorgeous the glory is, it shines in vain;

Oh , give me my lowly thatch'd cottage again! A low-eaves thatched cottage!

The birds singing gaily, that came at my call---The birds singing gaily, that came at my call---The birds singing gaily, that came at my call

Give me them, -- and the peace of mind, dearer than all! Grant them - and peace of mind, which is better than all!

Home! Home! Sweet, sweet Home! Home! Home! Home sweet home!

There's no place like Home! There's no place like Home! There's no place like Home! There's no place like home!

Daffodils

(1)

I wander'd lonely as a cloud I wandered alone like a floating cloud

< p>That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd, suddenly, saw a crowd

A host of golden daffodils, countless golden daffodils,

Beside the lake, beneath the trees, growing on the lakeside, growing under the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. dancing gracefully in.

(2)

Continuous as the stars that shine Continuously as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way, twinkling in the Milky Way,

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They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at At a glance, I saw thousands of daffodils,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. Shaking their little heads and dancing happily.

(3)

The waves beside them danced, but they The sea water surged beside them,

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:- -- But they are more pleasant than the shining waves:-

A poet could not but be gay A poet could not but be gay

In such a jocund company! Among friends!

I gazed --- and gazed --- but little thought I gazed --- and gazed --- but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought; What a precious treasure I am;

(4)

For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or contemplative mood,

In vacant or in pensive mood, I often lie on my back on the sofa,

They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; Supreme joy;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

by William Wordsworth

(1)

Into the sunshine, under the sunshine,

Full of the light, full of brilliance,

Leaping and flashing

From morning till night! From sunrise to sunset!

(2)

Into the moonlight, under the moonlight,

Whiter than snow,

Waving so flower -like When the wind blows,

When the winds blow! The waves are like flowers!

(3)

Into the starlight, under the moonlight,

Rushing in spray, rapidly splashing foam,

Happy at midnight , Happy by day.

Happy by day.

(4)

Ever in motion, always beating,

Blithesome and cheery, happy and joyful,

Still climbing heavenward , always climb high to the sky,

Never aweary; never tired;

(5)

Glad of all weathers, adapt to all kinds of weather,

Still seeming best, always full of energy,

Upward of downward UP DOWN

Motion thy rest;

(6 )

Full of a nature

Nothing can tame, unrestrained,

Changed every moment

Ever the same.

(7)

Ceaseless aspiring, constantly rising

Ceaseless content, constantly satisfied

Darkness or sunshine In the darkness, under the sunshine

Thy element; are all within your scope of activities;

(8)

Glorious fountain! A dazzling fountain!

Let my heart be I hope my heart is like you

Fresh, changeful, constant, fresh, changeful, firm

Upward like thee! Always upward !

My heart leaps up

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a man;

So was it when my life began; p>

So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die! Otherwise I would rather die!

The Child is father of the Man;

And I could wish my days to be. May the natural and pious thoughts connect every day of my life. String together.

Bound each to each by natural piety. From childhood to old age, I firmly believe in it.

Little Lamb

(1)

Little Lamb, who made thee? Little Lamb, who made you?

Dost thou know who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?

Gave thee life and bid thee feed Give you life and teach you to eat grass

By the stream and o'er the mead: by the stream and over the pasture;

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Gave thee clothing of delight,

Softest clothing, woolly, bright;

Gave thee such a tender voice,

Making all the vales rejoice?

Little Lamb, who made thee? Little Lamb, who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?

(2)

Little Lamb, I'll tell thee; Little Lamb, I'll tell you;

Little Lamb, I'll tell thee, lamb, lamb, I'll tell you;

He is called by thy name,

For He calls Himself a Lamb. Because He calls Himself a Lamb.

He is meek and He is mild; He is meek and kind;

He became a little child. When He was born, He became a little child.

I a child, and thou a lamb,

We are called by His name. We are all named by His name.

Little Lamb, God bless thee! Little Lamb, may God bless you!

Little Lamb, God bless thee! Little Lamb, may God bless you!

by William Blake

The Naughty Boy

There was a naughty boy,

And a naughty boy was he, the naughty boy was him,

He ran away to Scotland He ran away to Scotland

The people for to see--- go see that People over there

Then he found

That the ground over there

Was as hard,

< p>That a yard the size over there

Was as long, the same length,

That a song the song over there

Was as merry, the same Wonderful,

That a cherry

Was as red, the same bright red

That lead

Was as weighty, just as heavy

That fourscore

Was as eighty, also eighty

That a door

Was as wooden

As in England---Like England, it is also made of wood

So he stood in his shoes

And he wonder'd;

He stood in his shoes

And he wonder'd.

Summer Bed

(1)

In winter I get up at night I get up early in the morning

< p>And dress by yellow candle-light.

In summer quite the other way,

I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed by day.

(2)

I have to go to bed and see

The birds still hopping on the tree, the birds are still hopping on the tree,

Or hear the grown-up people's feet

Still going past me in the street. .

(3)

And does it not seem hard to you, doesn't it seem hard to you?

When all the sky is clear and blue,

And I should like so much to play,

To have to go to bed by day? But must go to bed during the day?

Rain

Rain is falling all around,

It falls on field and tree, it falls on field and tree,

It rains on the umbrella here,

And on the ships at sea.

Wind

(Part I)

Who has seen the wind? Who has seen the face of the wind?

Neither I nor you; No one has seen it, neither you nor me;

But when the leaves hang trembling,

The wind is passing through. The wind is passing through.

(Part II)

Who has seen the wind? Who has seen the face of the wind?

Neither you nor I; No one has seen it, neither you nor I;

But when the trees bow down their heads,

But when the trees bow down their heads,

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The wind is passing by. The wind is passing by.

～by C. G. Rossetti

O wind, why do you never rest, wind! Why do you never stop

Wandering, whistling to and fro, Wandering back and forth, whistling

Bring rain out of the west, bringing rain from the west

From the dim north bringing snow? From the dim north bringing snow.

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