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初读贾浦曼译荷马有感

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Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,

And many goodly states and kingdoms en;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expan had I been told
That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure rene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;怎么治疗打嗝
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmi—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

我游历了很多金色的国度，
看过不少好的城邦和王国，
还有多少西方的海岛，歌者
都已使它们向阿波罗臣服。
我常听到有一境域，广阔无垠，
智慧的荷马在那里称王，
我从未领略的纯净、安详，
直到我听见贾浦曼的声音
无畏而高昂。于是，我的情感
有如观象家发现了新的星座，
或者像科尔特斯，以鹰隼的眼
凝视着大平洋，而他的同伙
在惊讶的揣测中彼此观看，
尽站在达利安高峰上沉默。

查良铮译

Od e to a Nightingale 夜莺颂

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,-

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.

II.

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:

III.

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,

Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,

Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

我的心在痛，困顿和麻木

　刺痛了感官，有如饮过毒芹，

又象是鸦片喝了个罄尽，

　顷刻间向着列斯忘河下沉：

并不是我嫉妒你的好运，

　而是你的快乐使我太欢欣－－

因为在林间嘹亮的天地里，

　你呵，桌子用英语怎么写羽翼轻盈的树神，，

山毛榉荫影葱绿无边，*

在这歌声优美的林间，

你放开歌喉歌唱着夏天

呵，愿我喝上一口酒！那冷藏

　在地下多年的清醇饮料，

一尝就想起花神和绿色之邦、

　舞蹈、普罗旺斯恋歌和明媚的欢乐！

愿我喝上一杯南国的温暖

　那充满了酒红的灵感之泉，

杯沿明灭着珍珠的泡沫，

　给嘴唇染上紫斑；

哦，我要一饮而遁离尘寰，

　和你一起隐没在幽暗的林中：

远远地、远远隐没，让我忘掉

　你在树叶间从不知道的一切，

忘记这疲劳、热病、和焦躁，

　这使人对坐而悲叹的世界；

在这里，青春苍白、消瘦、死亡，*

瘫痪摇动着可悲老人的几根白发；

在这里，只要会思索就会充满

　忧伤和绝望，神情倦怠

　在这里，美人保不住明眸的光彩，

新爱由此活不过明天就枯凋。

IV.

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;

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;

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.

VI.

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.

去吧！去吧！我要向你飞去，

　不用坐酒神巴克斯的豹驾，

我要展开诗歌的无形羽翼，

　尽管这头脑已经困顿、疲乏；

我已经和你同往！夜这般温柔，

　适逢月后刚刚登上御座

周围簇拥着群星般的仙女；

　但这林中却没有光明，

只有一线天光随微风吹过，

　穿过葱绿的幽暗和苔藓的曲径。

我看不出是哪种花草在脚旁，

　什么清香的花挂在树枝上；

在温馨的幽暗里，我只能猜想

　这个时令该把哪种芬芳

赋予这草丛，林莽，和果树，

　这白枳花，和田野的玫瑰，

这绿叶中易谢的紫罗兰，

　还有五月中旬最早的花，

　这缀满了露酒的麝香蔷薇，

它成了夏夜手疾眼快什么意思飞虫嗡萦的港湾。

我在黑暗里倾听：呵，多少次

　我几乎爱上了静谧的死亡，

在沉思的诗句里呼唤她温柔的芳名，

　求他把我的一息散入空茫；

而现在，哦，死更是多么富丽：

　在午夜里毫无痛楚地魂离人间

而你正倾泻着你的心怀

　发出这般的狂喜！

　你仍将歌唱，但我却有耳难听－－

你的安魂曲只能唱给泥草一块。

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VII.

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

Of perilous as, in faery lands forlorn.

VIII.

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 fam’d to do, deceiving elf.

Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades

Past the near meadows, over the still stream,

Up the hill-side; and now ’tis buried deep

In the next valley-glades:

Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

Fled is that music: - Do I wake or sleep?

永生的鸟呵，你不会死去！

　世代的磨难没让你倒在脚下；

这流逝的夜间我听到的歌曲

　曾使古代的帝王和村夫喜悦；

或许这同样的歌也曾激荡

　露丝忧郁的心，使她不禁落泪，

站在异邦的谷田里思乡；

　多少次，这同样的歌声

曾迷住那开临海的窗扉

那泡沫飞溅的荒凉的仙地。

汉服样式荒凉的地方呵！这句话就像警钟

　将我撼醒，我又回到孤独的自我

别了！梦幻，这骗人的精灵，

　盛传的骗术却不能把我哄骗。

隐藏的数字别了！别了！你哀婉的歌声渐渐消逝，

　飘过草坪，越过幽静的溪水，

溜上山坡；而此时梦幻正深深

　埋在附近的溪谷空地：

　这是幻境，还是半醒的梦寐？

那歌声去了：－－我是醒？是睡？

Analysis: "Ode to a Nightingale"

A major concern in "Ode to a Nightingale" is Keats's perception of the conflicted nature of human life, i.e., the interconnection or mixture of pain/joy, intensity of feeling/numbness of feeling, life/death, mortal/immortal, the actual/the ideal, and paration/connection.

In this ode, Keats focus on immediate, concrete nsations and emotions, from which the reader can draw a conclusion or abstraction. Does the experience which Keats describes change the dreamer? As reader, you must follow the dreamer's development or his lack of development from his initial respon to the nightingale to his final statement about the experience.

Stanza I.
The poet falls into a reverie while listening to an actual nightingale sing. He feels joy a

nd pain, an ambivalent respon. As you read, pick out which words express his pleasure and which ones express his pain and which words express his inten feeling and which his numbed feeling. Consider whether pleasure can be so inten that, paradoxically, it either numbs us or caus pain.

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