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英国名诗 英国名诗 The Flower That Smiles Today The flower that smiles today Tomorrow dies; All that w wish to stay Tempts and then flies; What is this world's delight? Lightning, that mocks the nights, Brief even as bright. Virtue, how frail it is...

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英国名诗 The Flower That Smiles Today The flower that smiles today Tomorrow dies; All that w wish to stay Tempts and then flies; What is this world's delight? Lightning, that mocks the nights, Brief even as bright. Virtue, how frail it is! ¡ª Friendship, how rare! --- Love, how it sells poor bliss For proud despair! But these though soon they fall, Survive their joy, and all Which ours we call.¡ª Whilst skies are blue and bright, Whilst flowers are gay, Whilst eyes that change ere night Make glad the day; Whilst yet the calm hours creep, Dream thou----and from thy sleep Then wake to weep. La Belle Dame sans Mere!-. A Ballad 1 0 what can ail thee, knight at arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has wither'd from the late, And no birds sing. 2 0 what can ail thee, knight at aims, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel ' s granary is full, And the harvest's done. 3 I see a lily on thy brow With anguish moist and fever dew, And no thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withered too. 4 I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful , and a fairy's child; Her hair was long , her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. 5 I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; S he looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. 6 I set her on my pacing street, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend , and sing A fairy's song. 7 She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew, And sure in languages strange she said--- I love thee true. 8 She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept, and sigh'd full sore, And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four. 9 And there she lulled me asleep, And there I dream' d----Ah! Woe betide! The latest dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill's side. 10 I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death pale were they all; They cried---"La belle dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall!" 11 I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. 12 And this is why I sojourned here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd firom the lake, And no birds sing. Ode to a Nightingale 1 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or empties some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: ¡°Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,--- That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. 2 0, foe a draught of vintage! That hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep - delved earth, Tasting of Mora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! 0 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 mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim; 3 Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs. Where youth grown pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full fo sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. 4 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 retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen - Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 5 I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine, Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, Ml of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. , 6 Darkling I listen; and , for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused riiyme, To take into the air my quite breath; Now more than veer seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain------- To thy high requiem become a sod. 7 Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self- same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft - times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8 Forlorn! The very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! The fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! Hiy plaintive anthera fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buries deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music----Do I wake or sleep? From Sonnets from the Portuguese 21 Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem "a cuckoo song", as thou dost treat it, Remember, never to the hill or plain, Valley and wood, without her cuckoo strain Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed. Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted. By a doubtful spirit voice, in that doubt's pain Cry, "Speak once more---thou lovest!" Who can fear Too many stars, though each in heaven will roll, Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year? Say thou dost love me, love me, love me--toll The silver iterance! -----only minding, Dear, To love me also in silence with thy soul. 43 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace, I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints------I love the with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! ---and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
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