英国文学史 期末考试诗歌部分解释完整版

Paraphrase完整版完整版 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 I walked slowly like a cloud which floats high over the valleys and hills Suddenly I notice many golden daffodils beside the lake and under the trees They are shaking and dancing in the wind 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 daffodils are numerous as if they are shining stars sparkling on the galaxy The line of flowers never ends which is along the bank of the bay I glance at ten thousand flowers which shaking their heads when they are dancing happily 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 The waves beside the flowers were dancing too but the happiness of flowers surpasses bright waves How happy a poet would be with such a joyful companion I gazed for a long time and never thought of how much wealth the wonderful view had brought to me 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 2 And then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils When I lie on my bed feeling bored or thinking about something the flowers often flash in my mind which is the ecstasy of my life Then my heart is filled with pleasure and dances with the daffodils Paradise Lost OF Mans First Disobedience and the Fruit Of that Forbidden Tree whose mortal tast Brought Death into the World and all our woe With loss of Eden till one greater Man Restore us and regain the blissful Seat Man s first sin that he tasted the forbidden fruit caused death and troubles and lost the paradise until the Messiah came and save us and regain the happy paradise Ode to the West Wind 51 Scarce seem d a vision I would ne er have striven 52 As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need That is not a dream I would never have pleaded with you urgently 65 And by the incantation of this verse 66 Scatter as from an unextinguish d hearth 67 Ashes and sparks my words among mankind 68 Be through my lips to unawaken d earth 69 The trumpet of a prophecy With the help of magic verse my words were scattered among mankind through my mouth to the sleeping earth like the ashes and sparks from the burning stove Let the predictions be scattered O Wind Oh Wind 70 If Winter comes can Spring be far behind If Winter comes can Spring be far behind The Flea Mark but this flea and mark in this How little that which thou deniest me is Me it sucked first and now sucks thee And in this flea our two bloods mingled be Thou know st that this cannot be said A sin or shame or loss of maidenhead Yet this enjoys before it woo And pampered swells with one blood made of two And this alas is more than we would do Oh stay three lives in one flea spare Where we almost nay more than married are This flea is you and I and this Our marriage bed and marriage temple is Though parents grudge and you we are met And cloisered in these living walls of jet Though use make you apt to kill me Let not to that self murder added be And sacrilege three sins in killing three Cruel and sudden hast thou since Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence Wherein could this flea guilty be Except in that drop which it sucked from thee Yet thou triumph st and say st that thou Find st not thy self nor me the weaker now Tis true then learn how false fears be and then you know indeed there was no need to fear for it Just so much honor when thou yield st to me Will waste as this flea s death look life from thee Romeo and Juliet Selected R from Romeo and Juliet ACT II SCENE II Capulet s orchard Enter ROMEO ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound He Mercutio who never felt a wound makes fun of my scars JULIET appears above at a window 2 But soft what light through yonder window breaks But hush What light break through the window over there It is the east and Juliet is the sun Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon3 5 Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid art far more fair than she You the moon s maid are much more beautiful than she is Be not her maid since she is envious Her vestal livery is but sick and green1 You are not her maid since she is envious The uniform livery worn by virgins vestal in the service of Diana is sick and green And none but fools do wear it cast it off 2 10 It is my lady O it is my love O that she knew she were I wish that she knew she were my lover She speaks yet she says nothing what of that Her eye discourses3 I will answer it She speaks yet her lips are not moving what of that Her eyes speak and I will answer them I am too bold tis not to me she speaks 15 I am too reckless She doesn t speak to me Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven Having some business do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return 4 Two of the most brilliant stars in the sky who have to leave their orbits ask Juliet s eyes to twinkle in their place until they return What if her eyes were there they in her head What if her eyes were in the sky and the stars become her eyes in her head The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars 20 As daylight doth a lamp her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night 5 See how she leans her cheek upon her hand O that I were a glove upon that hand 25 That I might touch that cheek The brightness of her cheek would shame the stars in the sky as daylight does to a lamp Her eyes in the sky would flow through the airy sky so brightly that birds would sing and think it were not at night Look how she leans her cheek upon her hand Oh I wish I were a glove on her hands so that I could touch her cheek JULIET Ay me 1 ROMEO She speaks O speak again bright angel for thou art As glorious to this night being o er my head 30 As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air 35 She speaks Oh speak again bright angel Because you are as glorious to the night over my head You are as if a messenger from heaven with wings and I was one of the mortals look up to you with wondering eyes and bestriding the slowly walking clouds sailing through the sky JULIET O Romeo Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo 2 Deny thy father and refuse thy name Or if thou wilt not be but sworn my love And I ll no longer be a Capulet Oh Romeo Romeo Why are you Romeo Deny your father and change your name Or if you will not just promise me your love to me and I ll no longer be a Capulet ROMEO Aside Shall I hear more or shall I speak at this Can I hear more or can I speak JULIET Tis but thy name that is my enemy3 40 Thou art thyself though not a Montague But only your name is my enemy You would be yourself even if you had some other name What s Montague it is nor hand nor foot Nor arm nor face nor any other part Belonging to a man O be some other name Oh change your name What s in a name that which we call a rose 45 By any other name would smell as sweet What s the inner meaning of a name What we call a rose would smell fragrant by any other name So Romeo would were he not Romeo call d Retain that dear perfection which he owes4 So if Romeo is not called Romeo he will still keep his precious perfection he own Without that title Romeo doff thy name1 And for that name which is no part of thee 50 Take all myself Without your title Romeo discard your name and take all myself to replace that name which is no longer a part of you 第二部分第二部分 OMEO To JULIET If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine the gentle fine is this My lips two blushing pilgrims ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss JULIET Good pilgrim you do wrong your hand too much Which mannerly devotion shows in this For saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch And palm to palm is holy palmers kiss ROMEO Have not saints lips and holy palmers too JULIET Ay pilgrim lips that they must use in prayer ROMEO O then dear saint let lips do what hands do They pray grant thou lest faith turn to despair JULIET Saints do not move though grant for prayers sake ROMEO Then move not while my prayer s effect I take Thus from my lips by yours my sin is purged JULIET Then have my lips the sin that they have took ROMEO Sin from thylips O trespasssweetly urged Give me my sin again JULIET You kiss by the book HAMLET 独白部分 To be or not to be that is the question Should I live on or should I kill myself That is a question Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer 65 Whether it is determined to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune The fatal attacks of cruel destiny Or to take arms against a sea of troubles Or to fight against numerous troubles And by opposing end them To die to sleep No more and by a sleep to say we end The heart ache and the thousand natural shocks 70 And make them end by defiance To die is no more than to sleep and we no longer suffer from the aching of heart and many natural attacks the body is suffering That flesh is heir to tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish d To die to sleep It is a result we eagerly wish To die is to sleep To sleep perchance to dream ay there s the rub We may dream when sleeping Ah this is the dilemma For in that sleep of death what dreams may come Because when we died what dreams may we have When we have shuffled off this mortal coil 75 When we have got rid of the turmoil of mortality Must give us pause8 there s the respect The sleeping like death must bring about our hesitation There exists the consideration That makes calamity of so long life That makes the disorder disaster long live For who would bear the whips and scorns of time11 For who have to endure the punishment and insult in this world The oppressor s wrong the proud man s contumely12 The oppressor s evil and the proud man s scornful insolence The pangs of dispised love the law s delay 80 The pain of rejected love and the justice of law coming late The insolence of office and the spurns13 That patient merit of the unworthy takes14 The insolence of the power and the contemptuous rejections which the people of praiseworthy take of the unworthy When he himself might his quietus make15 With a bare bodkin16 who would fardels17 bear To grunt18 and sweat under a weary