英國名家經(jīng)典詩歌
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英國名家經(jīng)典詩歌：暗處的鶇鳥
托馬斯·哈代
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
我倚在以樹叢做籬的門邊，
寒霜像幽靈般發(fā)灰，
冬的沉渣使那白日之眼
在蒼白中更添憔悴。
糾纏的藤蔓在天上劃線，
宛如斷了的琴弦，
而出沒附近的一切人類
都已退到家中火邊。
The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
陸地輪廓分明，望去恰似
斜臥著世紀(jì)的尸體，
陰沉的天穹是他的墓室，
風(fēng)在為他哀悼哭泣。
自古以來萌芽生長的沖動
已收縮得又干又硬，
大地上每個靈魂與我一同
似乎都已喪失熱情。
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
突然間，頭頂上有個聲音
在細枝蕭瑟間升起，
一曲黃昏之歌滿腔熱情
唱出了無限欣喜，----
這是一只鶇鳥，瘦弱、老衰，
羽毛被陣風(fēng)吹亂，
卻決心把它的心靈敞開，
傾瀉向濃濃的黑暗。
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
遠遠近近，任你四處尋找，
在地面的萬物上
值得歡唱的原因是那么少，
是什么使它欣喜若狂?
這使我覺得：它顫音的歌詞，
它歡樂曲晚安曲調(diào)
含有某種幸福希望----為它所知
而不為我所曉。
英國名家經(jīng)典詩歌：老虎
布萊克
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
老虎!老虎!黑夜的森林中
燃燒著的煌煌的火光，
是怎樣的神手或天眼
造出了你這樣的威武堂堂?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
你炯炯的兩眼中的火
燃燒在多遠的天空或深淵?
他乘著怎樣的翅膀搏擊?
用怎樣的手奪來火焰?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
又是怎樣的膂力，怎樣的技巧，
把你的心臟的筋肉捏成?
當(dāng)你的心臟開始搏動時，
使用怎樣猛的手腕和腳脛?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
是怎樣的槌?怎樣的鏈子?
在怎樣的熔爐中煉成你的腦筋?
是怎樣的鐵砧?怎樣的鐵臂
敢于捉著這可怖的兇神?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
群星投下了他們的投槍。
用它們的眼淚潤濕了穹蒼，
他是否微笑著欣賞他的作品?
是否他創(chuàng)造了你，也創(chuàng)造了羔羊?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
群星投下了他們的投槍。
用它們的眼淚潤濕了穹蒼，
他是否微笑著欣賞他的作品?
是否他創(chuàng)造了你，也創(chuàng)造了羔羊?
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