英美诗歌赏析

The Sick Rose
William Blake
The Sick Rose
O Rose, thou art sick! 噢玫瑰，你病了! The invisible worm, 那无形的飞虫 That flies in the night, 乘着黑夜飞来了 In the howling storm, 在风暴呼号中。 Has found out thy bed 找到了你的床 Of crimson joy; 钻进红色的欢欣; And his dark secret love 他的黑暗而隐秘的爱 Does thy life destroy. 毁了你的生命。
A Red Red Rose
Robert Burns
A Red Red Rose
•O,my luve's like a red, red rose, •That's newly sprung in June; •O, my luve's like the melodie , •That's sweetly played in tune. •As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, •So deep in luve am I; •And I will luve thee still, my dear. •Till a' the seas gang dry. •Till a'the seas gang dry,my dear, 吾爱吾爱玫瑰红， 六月初开韵晓风； 吾爱吾爱如管弦， 其声悠扬而玲珑。 吾爱吾爱美而殊， 我心爱你永不渝， 我心爱你永不渝， 直到四海海水枯； 直到四海海水枯，
Gorge Gordon Byron
She Walks in Beauty 冯绮琪
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
我孤独地漫游，像一朵云
William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed -and gazed -but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
•And the rocks melt wi' the sun; 岩石融化变成泥， •I will luve thee still, my dear, 只要我还有口气， •While the sands o' life shall run. 我心爱你永不渝。 •And fare thee still, my only luve! 暂时告别我心肝， •And fare thee weel awhile! 请你不要把心耽！ •And I will come again, my luve, 纵使相隔十万里， •Though it were ten thousand mile. 踏穿地皮也要还。
The Lamb
William Blake
The Lamb
Little lamb, who made thee? 小羊羔谁创造了你 Dost thou know who made thee? 你可知道谁创造了你 Gave thee life, and bid thee feed 给你生命，哺育着你 By the stream and o'er the mead; 在溪流旁，在青草地 Gave thee clothing of delight, 给你穿上好看的衣裳 Softest clothing, woolly, bright; 最软的衣裳毛茸茸多漂亮; Gave thee such a tender voice, 给你这样温柔的声音， Making all the vales rejoice? 让所有的山谷都开心; Little lamb, who made thee? 小羔羊谁创造了你 Dost thou know who made thee? 你可知道谁创造了你; Little lamb, I'll tell thee, 小羔羊我要告诉你， He is meek, and He is mild; 他又温顺又和蔼， Little lamb, I'll tell thee: 小羔羊我要告诉你; He became a little child. 他变成了一个小小孩 He is called by thy name, 他的名字跟你的一样， I a child, and thou a lamb, 我是个小孩你是羔羊 For He calls Himself a Lamb. 他也称他自己是羔羊; We are called by His name. 咱俩的名字跟他一样。 Little lamb, God bless thee! 小羔羊上帝保佑你 Little lamb, God bless thee! 小羔羊上帝保佑你。
LOREM IPSUM DOLOR
The Tyger
William Blake
The Tyger
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright Dare its deadly terrors clasp? In the forests of the night, When the stars threw down their spears, What immortal hand or eye And water'd heaven with their tears, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? Did he smile his work to see? In what distant deeps or skies Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Burnt the fire of thine eyes? Tyger! Tyger! burning bright On what wings dare he aspire? In the forests of the night, What the hand dare seize the fire? What immortal hand or eye, And what shoulder, and what art, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp