济慈的夜莺颂中英文
《夜莺颂》写于一八一九年五月，是十九世纪英国杰出的浪漫主义诗人济慈的代表作。当时这位才华横溢的年轻人身患肺病，且病人膏盲，但他仍呕心沥血、笔耕不停。一天清晨，诗人坐在树下沉思，忽然听到夜莺引吭高歌，使他万感交集，神往不已。他急忙奔进屋去，提笔一气呵成了这篇濒死者的绝唱。
在《夜莺颂》中，诗人的着眼点不在夜莺本身，而是着力于抒写由莺啼诱发而出的想象与幻想的色彩，并从对立冲突中充分展示了诗人听到莺歌时的内在心境。
Ode to a Nightingale
MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My n, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
’Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,-
compounded
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ea.
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs,
luonanWhere Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
托福考试报名流程Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee! tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays;
十月的英文
despiteBut here there is no light,
ointment
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
I cannot e what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incen hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
Wherewith the asonable month endows winter sweet
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
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Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves;
And mid-May’s eldest child,
The coming musk-ro, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with eaful Death,
Call’d him soft names in many a mud rhyme,
To take
into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever ems it rich to die,
To cea upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain -
To thy high requiem become a sod.
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the lf-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that oft-times hath
Charm’d magic caments, opening on the foam oet
Of perilous as, in faery lands forlorn.
Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
debt
To toil me back from thee to my sole lf!
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
