夜莺颂(英文) Microsoft Word 文档.doc

作 者 ：John Keats小说简介：诗歌意境夜色温柔地向四方扩散，月亮悄悄地爬上枝头，但林中仍然幽暗昏沉；微风轻吹，带领着诗人通过暗绿色的长廊和幽微的曲径。曲径通幽，诗人仿佛来到了更加美妙的世界，花朵错落有致地开放着，装点着香气弥漫的五月。诗人并不知道这些花的名称，但诗人*着心灵的启发，*着夜莺的指引，感受着深沉而宁静的世界。诗人沉醉在这样的世界里，渴望着生命的终结，盼着夜莺带着自己在这样的世界里常驻。这样的歌声将永生，这样的歌声已经在过去，在富丽堂皇的宫殿，在农民的茅屋上唱了很多年。这样的歌声仍将唱下去，流过草坪和田野，在污浊的人世唤醒沉睡的人们。诗人深深陶醉在这如梦如幻的境界中，全然不知道自己是在睡着还是在醒着。诗歌特色诗歌具有强烈的浪漫主义特色，用美丽的比喻和一泻千里的流利语言表达了诗人心中强烈的思想感情和对自由世界的深深向往。从这首诗中，读者能很好体会到后人的评论：英国浪漫主义诗歌在济慈那里达到了完美。Ode To A NightingaleJohn Keats夜莺颂济慈My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness painsMy sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drainsOne minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk我的心痛，困顿和麻木毒害了感官，犹如饮过毒鸩，又似刚把鸦片吞服，一分钟的时间，字句在忘川中沉没Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,But being too happy in thine happiness,-That thou, light-winged Dryad of the treesIn some melodious plotOf beechen green, and shadows numberless,Singest of summer in full-throated ease.并不是在嫉妒你的幸运，是为着你的幸运而大感快乐，你，林间轻翅的精灵，在山毛榉绿影下的情结中，放开了歌喉，歌唱夏季。O, for a draught of vintage! that hath beenCoold 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 mouthThat I might drink, and leave the world unseen,And with thee fade away into the forest dim哎，一口酒！那冷藏在地下多年的甘醇，味如花神、绿土、舞蹈、恋歌和灼热的欢乐！哎，满满一杯南方的温暖，充满了鲜红的灵感之泉，杯沿闪动着珍珠的泡沫，和唇边退去的紫色；我要一饮以不见尘世，与你循入森林幽暗的深处Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forgetWhat thou among the leaves hast never known,The weariness, the fever, and the fretHere, 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 sorrowAnd leaden-eyed despairs,Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.远远的离开，消失，彻底忘记林中的你从不知道的，疲惫、热病和急躁这里，人们坐下并听着彼此的呻吟；瘫痪摇动了一会儿，悲伤了，最后的几丝白发，青春苍白，古怪的消瘦下去，后来死亡；铅色的眼睛绝望着；美人守不住明眸，新的恋情过不完明天。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 retardsAlready with thee! tender is the night,And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,Clusterd around by all her starry Fays;But here there is no light,Save what from heaven is with the breezes blownThrough verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.去吧！去吧！我要飞向你，不用酒神的车辗和他的随从，乘着诗歌无形的翅膀，尽管这混沌的头脑早已跟随你，夜色温柔，而月后正登上她的宝座，周围是她所有的星星仙子，但这处那处都没有光，一些天光被微风吹入幽绿，和青苔的曲径。I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweetWherewith the seasonable month endowsThe grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;Fast fading violets coverd up in leaves;And mid-Mays eldest child,The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.我不能看清是哪些花在我的脚旁，何种软香悬于高枝，但在温馨的暗处，猜测每一种甜蜜以其时令的赠与青草地、灌木丛、野果树白山楂和田园玫瑰；叶堆中易谢的紫罗兰；还有五与中旬的首出，这啜满了露酒的麝香蔷薇，夏夜蝇子嗡嗡的出没其中。Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death,Calld him soft names in many a mused rhyme,To take into the air my quiet breath;Now more than ever seems it rich to die,To cease upon the midnight with no pain,While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroadIn such an ecstasy!Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain-To thy high requiem become a sod.我倾听黑夜，多少次我几乎爱上了逸谧的死亡，在如此多的沉思之韵中呼唤她轻柔的名，编织成歌，我无声的呼吸；现在她更加华丽的死去，在午夜不带悲伤的飞升，当你正向外倾泻灵魂这般的迷狂！你仍唱着，而我听不见，你那高昂的安魂曲对着一搓泥土_。Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!No hungry generations tread thee down;The voice I hear this passing night was heardIn ancient days by emperor and clown:Perhaps the self-same song that found a pathThrough the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,She stood in tears amid the alien corn;The same that oft-times hathCharmd magic casements, opening on the foamOf perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.Forlorn! the very word is like a bellTo toll me back from thee to my sole self!Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so wellAs she is famd to do, deceiving elf.Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fadesPast the near meadows, over the still stream,Up the hill-side; and now tis buried deepIn the next valley-glades:Was it a vision, or a waking dream?Fled is that music:-Do I wake or sleep?永生的鸟啊！你不为了死亡出