济慈《夜莺颂》中英对照
济慈《夜莺颂》中英对照
(2011-05-18 09:01:06)
1818年，济慈23岁。那年，诗人患上了肺痨，同时诗人还处于和方妮·布朗小姐的热恋中。在这样的背景下，本身充斥着复杂矛盾的情感。
Ode To A Nightingale
by John Keats
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My n, as though of hemlock I had drunk,玛卡泡水禁忌
惊讶英文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 ---
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
Cooled 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-strained 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 specter-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs,
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow.
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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:
陈雷英语读书网Already with thee! Tender is the night,
And haply the Queen Moon is on her throne,
Clustered around by all her starry fays;
But here there is no light,
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
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit tree wild;
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;年度考核表模板
Fast-fading violets covered 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,
Called 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 ---三鲜面
To thy high requiem become a sod.
Thou wast not bonr for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperors and clown;
Perhaps the lfsame song that found a path
商务专员Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that ofttimes hath
Charmed magic caments, opening on the foam
Of perilous as, in faery lands forlorn.
Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
To toll me back from thee to my sole lf!
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hilside; and now 'tis buried deep
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In the next valley glades.
