Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard

　　寫在教堂墓地的挽歌

　　Thomas Gray

　　托馬斯 格雷

　　The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,

　　黃昏時分敲響了晚鐘，

　　The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea.

　　牛羊在草地上鳴叫歸籠。

　　The plowman homeward plods his weary way,

　　農夫疲憊地走在回家的路上，

　　And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

　　把整個世界留給了黃昏與我。

　　Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,

　　大地微光正慢慢消盡，

　　And all the air a solemn stillness holds,

　　四周肅穆寧靜。

　　Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,

　　只有甲殼蟲在空中飛舞，

　　And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;

　　昏沉的鈴聲催眠著遠處的羊欄。

　　Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower

　　還有那長滿青藤的塔樓上，

　　The moping owl does to the moon complain

　　一只憂郁的貓頭鷹對月亮發著怨氣。

　　Of such,as wandering near her secret bower,

　　說有人走近了她秘密的閨房，

　　Molest her ancient solitary reign.

　　擾亂了她那悠久而幽靜的領地。

　　Beneath those rugged elms,that yew tree's shade,

　　崢嶸的榆樹底下，紫杉的綠蔭里，

　　Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,

　　累累荒冢在綠草中隆起。

　　Each in his narrow cell forever laid,

　　個個都長眠在小小的幽室中，

　　The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

　　小村里粗鄙的父老在那里安睡。

　　The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,

　　芬芳的晨風在輕喚，

　　The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,

　　茅屋的燕語在呢喃。

　　The cock,s shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,

　　號角回蕩，雄雞高啼，

　　No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed

　　再也不能把他們喚出九泉。

　　For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,

　　熊熊的灶火不再為他們而燃燒，

　　Or busy housewife ply her evening care;

　　主婦也不再為他們做晚飯。

　　No children run to lisp their sire’s return,

　　孩子們也不再迎接父親的到來，

　　Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.

　　也不會再趴到父親的膝上索吻撒嬌。

　　Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,

　　過去他們常拿鐮刀去收割莊稼，

　　Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;

　　頑梗的泥板讓他們犁出了壟溝;

　　How jocund did they drive their team afield!

　　一棵棵樹木在他們刀下放倒，

　　How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!

　　趕著牲口下地，他們是何等的欣喜!

　　Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,

　　有抱負的人別嘲笑他們的辛苦，

　　Their homely joys,and destiny obscure ;

　　他們的歡樂太家常，他們的命運太尋常。

　　Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile,

　　高貴的人也勿對他們冷笑，

　　The short and simple annals of the poor.

　　來聽聽窮人們簡約的"家國興亡”。

　　The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,

　　無論什么炫耀的功勛與權勢，

　　And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,

　　無論美丑，無論貧富，

　　Awaits alike the inevitable hour.

　　大限之時準不一樣。

　　The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

　　極度榮光也是通往墳墓。

　　英語詩歌5

　　Ode on a Grecian Urn

　　希臘古甕頌

　　John Keats

　　約翰 濟慈

　　Thou still unravished bride of quietness,

　　你仍是寧靜未過門的新娘，

　　Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,

　　你皇寂靜與悠長歲月的養女，

　　Sylvan historian,who canst thus express

　　嗬，田園的史家，你竟能如此描述

　　A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme：

　　一個如花的故事，比詩還瑰麗：

　　What leaMringed legend haunts about thy shape

　　在你的形體上，豈非繚繞著

　　Of deities or mortals,or of both,

　　古老的傳說，以綠葉為其邊緣;

　　In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?

　　講著人或神，敦陂或阿卡狄?

　　What men or gods are these? What maidens loath?

　　嗬，是什么人，什么神!在舞樂前

　　What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?

　　多熱烈地追求!少女怎樣地逃!

　　What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

　　又是怎樣的笛子和手鼓?怎樣狂野地著迷?

　　Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

　　樂曲傳美妙，無聲勝有聲;

　　Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;

　　因此，柔情的風笛，你盡情地吹;

　　Not to the sensual ear,but, more endeared,

　　無聲的小曲不是吹給肉耳聽的，

　　Pipe to the spirit dities of no tone ：

　　而是與更鐘愛的人兩心相期。

　　Fair youth,beneath the trees,thou canst not leave

　　那樹下的美少年歌永不歇，

　　Thy song,nor ever can those trees be bare ;

　　那樹上的綠葉也永不凋零，

　　Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,

　　大膽的戀人也永遠吻不到她，

　　Though winning near the goal~yet, do not grieve;

　　雖然離目的還差一步——但你也別生悲切

　　She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,

　　雖然你還沒有吻她的福氣，但她永遠不會老，

　　Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

　　你的愛永恒，她的美永恒!

　　Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed

　　嗬，幸福的樹木!你的枝葉

　　Your leaves,nor ever bid the Spring adieu ;

　　不會剝落，從不曾離開春天;

　　And, happy melodist, unwearied,

　　琴師也有幸，精力永旺盛，

　　Forever piping songs forever new;

　　吹奏萬古常新的樂曲;

　　More happy love! more happy, happy love!

　　嗬，更為幸福的愛情，格外幸福的愛情!

　　Forever warm and still to be enjoyed,

　　永遠溫暖，令人歡慰，

　　Forever panting,and forever young ;

　　永遠激情，永遠年輕;

　　All breathing human passion far above,

　　這愛情超越了人間的愛情;

　　That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed,

　　那人間的愛情讓人生厭，叫人傷心，

　　A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

　　讓人額頭發燙，焦灼人的舌根。

　　Who are these coming to the sacrifice?

　　這些獻祭的人是誰

　　To what green altar,o mysterious priest,

　　哦，神秘的祭司，走上神圣的祭壇，

　　Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,

　　這頭小母牛披彩緞，飾花環，

　　And all her silken flanks with garlands dressed?

　　對著蒼天哞哞叫喊，啊，

　　What little town by river or sea-shore,

　　是從哪個傍河傍海的小鎮，

　　Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,

　　或哪個靜靜的堡寨山村，

　　Is emptied of this folk, this pious mom?

　　來了這些人，在這虔誠的清晨?

　　And, little town, thy streets for evermore

　　嗬，小鎮，你的街道永遠恬靜;

　　Will silent be; and not a soul to tell

　　沒有一個人能趕回來，告訴你

　　Why thou art desolate, can e’er return.

　　為什么你是這樣荒涼靜寂。

　　O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede

　　啊，形狀高雅!姿態美好

　　Of marble men and maidens overwrought,

　　上面細刻著大理石的男女之像，

　　With forest branches and the trodden weed;

　　那畫圖里頭上有樹枝、腳下有青草，

　　Thou,silent form,dost tease us out of thought

　　你嘲笑得我們不知如何是好，你這無言的形狀，

　　As doth eternity. Cold Pastoral!

　　就像永恒嘲笑我們一樣;你這蒼涼的田園風光!

　　When old age shall this generation waste,

　　當衰老把我們這代人消磨殆盡，

　　Thou shalt remain,in midst of other woe

　　你仍留在下一代更痛苦的人之中，

　　Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st

　　你對他們說，你是人類的友人，

　　"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," that is all

　　"美即是真，真即是美"這就包括 在這世界上，

　　Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

　　我們所知和需知的一切。

英語詩歌5首雙語精選篇2

　　The Pride of Youth

　　青春的驕傲

　　Walter Scott

　　瓦爾特 司各特

　　Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early ;

　　驕傲的梅西漫步林間， 踩著晨曦;

　　Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely.

　　伶俐的知更鳥棲息樹叢， 唱得甜蜜。

　　"Tell me, thou bonny bird, when shall I marry me?"

　　“告訴我，美麗的鳥兒， 我哪年哪月穿嫁衣?”

　　"When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye."

　　“等到六個殯葬人 抬你上教堂。”

　　"Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?"

　　“誰為我鋪新床? 好鳥兒，莫撒謊。

　　"The gray-headed sexton That delves the grave duly. "

　　“白發司事，兼挖墓穴， 誤不了你的洞房。”

　　"The glowworm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady;

　　”螢火蟲幽幽閃閃， 把你的墳墓照亮，

　　The owl from the steeple sing, Welcome, proud lady."

　　貓頭鷹將在塔尖高唱： 歡迎你，驕傲的姑娘。”

英語詩歌5首雙語精選篇3

　　A Blooming Tree

　　一棵開花的樹

　　Xi Murong

　　席慕蓉

　　May Buddha let us meet ,

　　如何讓你遇見我

　　in my most beautiful hours,

　　在我最美麗的時刻

　　I have prayed for it,

　　為這

　　for five hundred years.

　　我已在佛前求了五百年

　　Buddha made me a tree ,

　　求佛讓我們結一段塵緣

　　by the path you may take,

　　佛于是把我化作一棵樹

　　In full blossoms I'm waiting in the sun ,

　　長在你必經的路旁陽光下

　　every flower carrying my previous hope.

　　慎重地開滿了花 朵朵都是我前世的盼望

　　As you are near, listen carefully ,

　　當你走近 請你細聽

　　the quivering leaves are my waiting zeal,

　　那顫抖的葉

　　As you pass by the tree,

　　是我等待的熱情

　　without noticing me,

　　而當你終于無視地走過

　　My friend, upon the ground behind you ,

　　在你身后落了一地的 朋友啊

　　is not the fallen petals but my withered heart.

　　那不是花瓣 那是我凋零的心

　　英語詩歌2

　　Love at first sight

　　一見鐘情

　　Wislawa Szymborska

　　維斯瓦娃 辛波絲卡

　　They're both convinced

　　他們彼此深信

　　that a sudden passion joined them.

　　是瞬間迸發的熱情使他們相遇

　　Such certainty is beautiful,

　　這樣的篤定是美麗的

　　but uncertainty is more beautiful still

　　但變幻無常更為美麗

　　Since they'd never met before, they're sure

　　他們素未謀面，所以

　　that there'd been nothing between them.

　　他們確定彼此并無瓜葛。

　　But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways...

　　但是自街道、樓梯、大堂傳來的話語……

　　perhaps they've passed each other a million times?

　　他們也許擦肩而過一百萬次了吧。

　　I want to ask them

　　我想問他們

　　if they don't remember...

　　是否記得……

　　a moment face to face

　　在旋轉門

　　in some revolving door?

　　面對面那一剎

　　perhaps a “sorry“ muttered in a crowd?

　　或是在人群中喃喃道出的"對不起”，

　　a curt “wrong number“ caught in the receiver?

　　或是在電話的另一端道出的“打錯了"。

　　but I know the answer.

　　但是我早知道答案。

　　No, they don’t remember.

　　是的，他們并不記得。

　　They'd be amazed to hear

　　他們會很驚訝，

　　that Chance has been toying with them now for years.

　　徜若得知緣分已經玩弄他們多年。

　　Not quite ready yet

　　只因為尚未完全準備好，

　　to become their Destiny,

　　他們的命運之神未來到，

　　it pushed them close, drove them apart,

　　緣分將他們拉近，驅離。

　　it barred their path,

　　阻擋著他們的去路

　　stifling a laugh,

　　憋住笑聲

　　and then leaped aside.

　　然后閃到一旁。

　　There were signs and signals,

　　有一些跡象和信號存在，

　　even if they couldn,t read them yet.

　　即使他們尚無法解讀。

　　Perhaps three years ago

　　也許在三年前

　　or just last Tuesday

　　或者就在上個星期二，

　　a certain leaf fluttered

　　有某片葉子飄舞于

　　from one shoulder to another?

　　肩與肩之間?

　　Something was dropped and then picked up.

　　有東西掉了又撿了起來?

　　Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished

　　天曉得，也許是那個

　　into childhood's thicket?

　　消失于童年灌木叢中的球?

　　There were doorknobs and doorbells

　　還有事前已被觸摸

　　where one touch had covered another beforehand.

　　層層覆蓋的 門把和門鈴。

　　Suitcases checked and standing side by side.

　　檢查完畢后并排放置的手提箱。

　　One night, perhaps, the same dream,

　　有一晚，也許同樣的夢，

　　grown hazy by morning.

　　到了早晨變得模糊。

　　Every beginning

　　每個開始

　　is only a sequel, after all,

　　畢竟都只是續篇，

　　and the book of events

　　而充滿情節的書本

　　is always open halfway through.

　　總是從一半開始看起。