英语诗歌5首双语
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
写在教堂墓地的挽歌
Thomas Gray
托马斯 格雷
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
黄昏时分敲响了晚钟，
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea.
牛羊在草地上鸣叫归笼。
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
农夫疲惫地走在回家的路上，
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
把整个世界留给了黄昏与我。
Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
大地微光正慢慢消尽，
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
四周肃穆宁静。
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
只有甲壳虫在空中飞舞，
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;
昏沉的铃声催眠着远处的羊栏。
Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower
还有那长满青藤的塔楼上，
The moping owl does to the moon complain
一只忧郁的猫头鹰对月亮发着怨气。
Of such,as wandering near her secret bower,
说有人走近了她秘密的闺房，
Molest her ancient solitary reign.
扰乱了她那悠久而幽静的领地。
Beneath those rugged elms,that yew tree's shade,
峥嵘的榆树底下，紫杉的绿荫里，
Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,
累累荒冢在绿草中隆起。
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,
个个都长眠在小小的幽室中，
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,
芬芳的晨风在轻唤，
The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,
茅屋的燕语在呢喃。
The cock,s shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
号角回荡，雄鸡高啼，
No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed
再也不能把他们唤出九泉。
For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
熊熊的灶火不再为他们而燃烧，
Or busy housewife ply her evening care;
主妇也不再为他们做晚饭。
No children run to lisp their sire’s return,
孩子们也不再迎接父亲的到来，
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
也不会再趴到父亲的膝上索吻撒娇。
Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
过去他们常拿镰刀去收割庄稼，
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;
顽梗的泥板让他们犁出了垄沟;
How jocund did they drive their team afield!
一棵棵树木在他们刀下放倒，
How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
赶着牲口下地，他们是何等的欣喜!
Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
有抱负的人别嘲笑他们的辛苦，
Their homely joys,and destiny obscure ;
他们的欢乐太家常，他们的命运太寻常。
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile,
高贵的人也勿对他们冷笑，
The short and simple annals of the poor.
来听听穷人们简约的"家国兴亡”。
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
无论什么炫耀的功勋与权势，
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
无论美丑，无论贫富，
Awaits alike the inevitable hour.
大限之时准不一样。
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
极度荣光也是通往坟墓。
英语诗歌5
Ode on a Grecian Urn
希腊古瓮颂
John Keats
约翰 济慈
Thou still unravished bride of quietness,
你仍是宁静未过门的新娘，
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
你皇寂静与悠长岁月的养女，
Sylvan historian,who canst thus express
嗬，田园的史家，你竟能如此描述
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme：
一个如花的故事，比诗还瑰丽：
What leaMringed legend haunts about thy shape
在你的形体上，岂非缭绕着
Of deities or mortals,or of both,
古老的传说，以绿叶为其边缘;
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
讲着人或神，敦陂或阿卡狄?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loath?
嗬，是什么人，什么神!在舞乐前
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
多热烈地追求!少女怎样地逃!
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
又是怎样的笛子和手鼓?怎样狂野地着迷?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
乐曲传美妙，无声胜有声;
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
因此，柔情的风笛，你尽情地吹;
Not to the sensual ear,but, more endeared,
无声的小曲不是吹给肉耳听的，
Pipe to the spirit dities of no tone ：
而是与更钟爱的人两心相期。
Fair youth,beneath the trees,thou canst not leave
那树下的美少年歌永不歇，
Thy song,nor ever can those trees be bare ;
那树上的绿叶也永不凋零，
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
大胆的恋人也永远吻不到她，
Though winning near the goal~yet, do not grieve;
虽然离目的还差一步——但你也别生悲切
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
虽然你还没有吻她的福气，但她永远不会老，
Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
你的爱永恒，她的美永恒!
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
嗬，幸福的树木!你的枝叶
Your leaves,nor ever bid the Spring adieu ;
不会剥落，从不曾离开春天;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
琴师也有幸，精力永旺盛，
Forever piping songs forever new;
吹奏万古常新的乐曲;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
嗬，更为幸福的爱情，格外幸福的爱情!
Forever warm and still to be enjoyed,
永远温暖，令人欢慰，
Forever panting,and forever young ;
永远激情，永远年轻;
All breathing human passion far above,
这爱情超越了人间的爱情;
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed,
那人间的爱情让人生厌，叫人伤心，
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
让人额头发烫，焦灼人的舌根。
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
这些献祭的人是谁
To what green altar,o mysterious priest,
哦，神秘的祭司，走上神圣的祭坛，
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
这头小母牛披彩缎，饰花环，
And all her silken flanks with garlands dressed?
对着苍天哞哞叫喊，啊，
What little town by river or sea-shore,
是从哪个傍河傍海的小镇，
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
或哪个静静的堡寨山村，
Is emptied of this folk, this pious mom?
来了这些人，在这虔诚的清晨?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
嗬，小镇，你的街道永远恬静;
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
没有一个人能赶回来，告诉你
Why thou art desolate, can e’er return.
为什么你是这样荒凉静寂。
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
啊，形状高雅!姿态美好
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
上面细刻着大理石的男女之像，
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
那画图里头上有树枝、脚下有青草，
Thou,silent form,dost tease us out of thought
你嘲笑得我们不知如何是好，你这无言的形状，
As doth eternity. Cold Pastoral!
就像永恒嘲笑我们一样;你这苍凉的田园风光!
When old age shall this generation waste,
当衰老把我们这代人消磨殆尽，
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
你对他们说，你是人类的友人，
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," that is all
"美即是真，真即是美"这就包括 在这世界上，
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
我们所知和需知的一切。
英语诗歌5首双语精选篇2
The Pride of Youth
青春的骄傲
Walter Scott
瓦尔特 司各特
Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early ;
骄傲的梅西漫步林间， 踩着晨曦;
Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely.
伶俐的知更鸟栖息树丛， 唱得甜蜜。
"Tell me, thou bonny bird, when shall I marry me?"
“告诉我，美丽的鸟儿， 我哪年哪月穿嫁衣?”
"When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye."
“等到六个殡葬人 抬你上教堂。”
"Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?"
“谁为我铺新床? 好鸟儿，莫撒谎。
"The gray-headed sexton That delves the grave duly. "
“白发司事，兼挖墓穴， 误不了你的洞房。”
"The glowworm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady;
”萤火虫幽幽闪闪， 把你的坟墓照亮，
The owl from the steeple sing, Welcome, proud lady."
猫头鹰将在塔尖高唱： 欢迎你，骄傲的姑娘。”
英语诗歌5首双语精选篇3
A Blooming Tree
一棵开花的树
Xi Murong
席慕蓉
May Buddha let us meet ,
如何让你遇见我
in my most beautiful hours,
在我最美丽的时刻
I have prayed for it,
为这
for five hundred years.
我已在佛前求了五百年
Buddha made me a tree ,
求佛让我们结一段尘缘
by the path you may take,
佛于是把我化作一棵树
In full blossoms I'm waiting in the sun ,
长在你必经的路旁阳光下
every flower carrying my previous hope.
慎重地开满了花 朵朵都是我前世的盼望
As you are near, listen carefully ,
当你走近 请你细听
the quivering leaves are my waiting zeal,
那颤抖的叶
As you pass by the tree,
是我等待的热情
without noticing me,
而当你终于无视地走过
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
英语诗歌2
Love at first sight
一见钟情
Wislawa Szymborska
维斯瓦娃 辛波丝卡
They're both convinced
他们彼此深信
that a sudden passion joined them.
是瞬间迸发的热情使他们相遇
Such certainty is beautiful,
这样的笃定是美丽的
but uncertainty is more beautiful still
但变幻无常更为美丽
Since they'd never met before, they're sure
他们素未谋面，所以
that there'd been nothing between them.
他们确定彼此并无瓜葛。
But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways...
但是自街道、楼梯、大堂传来的话语……
perhaps they've passed each other a million times?
他们也许擦肩而过一百万次了吧。
I want to ask them
我想问他们
if they don't remember...
是否记得……
a moment face to face
在旋转门
in some revolving door?
面对面那一刹
perhaps a “sorry“ muttered in a crowd?
或是在人群中喃喃道出的"对不起”，
a curt “wrong number“ caught in the receiver?
或是在电话的另一端道出的“打错了"。
but I know the answer.
但是我早知道答案。
No, they don’t remember.
是的，他们并不记得。
They'd be amazed to hear
他们会很惊讶，
that Chance has been toying with them now for years.
徜若得知缘分已经玩弄他们多年。
Not quite ready yet
只因为尚未完全准备好，
to become their Destiny,
他们的命运之神未来到，
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
缘分将他们拉近，驱离。
it barred their path,
阻挡着他们的去路
stifling a laugh,
憋住笑声
and then leaped aside.
然后闪到一旁。
There were signs and signals,
有一些迹象和信号存在，
even if they couldn,t read them yet.
即使他们尚无法解读。
Perhaps three years ago
也许在三年前
or just last Tuesday
或者就在上个星期二，
a certain leaf fluttered
有某片叶子飘舞于
from one shoulder to another?
肩与肩之间?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
有东西掉了又捡了起来?
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
天晓得，也许是那个
into childhood's thicket?
消失于童年灌木丛中的球?
There were doorknobs and doorbells
还有事前已被触摸
where one touch had covered another beforehand.
层层覆盖的 门把和门铃。
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
检查完毕后并排放置的手提箱。
One night, perhaps, the same dream,
有一晚，也许同样的梦，
grown hazy by morning.
到了早晨变得模糊。
Every beginning
每个开始
is only a sequel, after all,
毕竟都只是续篇，
and the book of events
而充满情节的书本
is always open halfway through.
总是从一半开始看起。