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1、外国经典英语诗歌精选：雪莱经典诗歌致云雀致云雀是诗人抒情诗的代表作。诗歌运用浪漫主义的手法，热情地赞颂了云雀。以下是小编给大家整理的外国经典英语诗歌精选雪莱经典诗歌致云雀。希望可以帮到大家To A Skylark致云雀by Percy Bysshe Shelley 雪莱江枫 译Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!Bird thou never wert,That from Heaven, or near it,Pourest thy full heartIn profuse strains of unpremeditated art.你好啊，欢乐的精灵!你似乎从不是飞禽，从
2、天堂或天堂的邻近，以酣畅淋漓的乐音，不事雕琢的艺术，倾吐你的衷心。Higher still and higherFrom the earth thou springestLike a cloud of fire;The blue deep thou wingest,And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.向上，再向高处飞翔，从地面你一跃而上，象一片烈火的轻云，掠过蔚蓝的天心，永远歌唱着飞翔，飞翔着歌唱。In the golden lightningOf the sunken sunOer which clouds are br
3、ightning,Thou dost float and run,Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.地平线下的太阳，放射出金色的电光，晴空里霞蔚云蒸，你沐浴着阳光飞行，似不具形体的喜悦刚开始迅疾的远征。The pale purple evenMelts around thy flight;Like a star of HeavenIn the broad daylightThou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight:淡淡的紫色黎明在你航程周围消融，象昼空里的星星，虽然不见形影，却可
4、以听得清你那欢乐的强音Keen as are the arrowsOf that silver sphere,Whose intense lamp narrowsIn the white dawn clearUntil we hardly see-we feel that it is there.那犀利无比的乐音，似银色星光的利箭，它那强烈的明灯，在晨曦中暗淡，直到难以分辨，却能感觉到就在空间。All the earth and airWith thy voice is loud.As, when night is bare,From one lonely cloudThe moon rain
5、s out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.整个大地和大气，响彻你婉转的歌喉，仿佛在荒凉的黑夜，从一片孤云背后，明月射出光芒，清辉洋溢宇宙。What thou art we know not;What is most like thee?From rainbow clouds there flow notDrops so bright to seeAs from thy presence showers a rain of melody.我们不知，你是什么，什么和你最为相似?从霓虹似的彩霞也降不下这样美的雨，能和当你出现时降下的乐曲甘霖相比。Like a
6、 poet hiddenIn the light of thought,Singing hymns unbidden,Till the world is wroughtTo sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:象一位诗人，隐身在思想的明辉之中，吟诵着即兴的诗韵，直到普天下的同情都被未曾留意过的希望和忧虑唤醒。Like a high-born maidenIn a palace tower,Soothing her love-ladenSoul in secret hourWith music sweet as love, which over
7、flows her bower:象一位高贵的少女，居住在深宫的楼台，在寂寞难言的时刻，排遣她为爱所苦的情怀，甜美有如爱情的歌曲，溢出闺阁之外;Like a glow-worm goldenIn a dell of dew,Scattering unbeholdenIts aerial hueAmong the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view:象一只金色的萤火虫，在凝露的深山幽谷，不显露它的行踪，把晶莹的流光传播，在遮断我们视线的芳草鲜花丛中;Like a rose emboweredIn its own green leaves
8、,By warm winds deflowered,Till the scent it givesMakes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves.象一朵让自己的绿叶阴蔽着的玫瑰，遭受到热风的摧残，直到它的芳菲以过浓的香甜使鲁莽的飞贼沉醉;Sound of vernal showersOn the twinkling grass,Rain-awakened flowers,All that ever wasJoyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.晶莹闪烁的草地，
9、春霖洒落的声息，雨后苏醒的花瓣，称得上明朗，欢悦，清新的一切，都不及你的音乐。Teach us, sprite or bird,What sweet thoughts are thine:I have never heardPraise of love or wineThat panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.飞禽或是精灵，有什么甜美的思绪在你心头?我从没有听到过爱情或是淳酒的颂歌能够迸涌出这样神圣的极乐音流。Chorus hymenealOr triumphal chauntMatched with thine, would be allBu
10、t an empty vaunt-A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.赞婚的合唱也罢，凯旋的欢歌也罢，和你的乐曲相比，不过是空调的浮夸，人们可以觉察，其中总有着贫乏。What objects are the fountainsOf thy happy strain?What fields, or waves, or mountains?What shapes of sky or plain?What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?什么样的物象或事件，是你欢乐乐曲的源泉
11、?什么田野、波涛、山峦?什么空中陆上的形态?是你对同类的爱，还是对痛苦的绝缘?With thy clear keen joyanceLanguor cannot be:Shadow of annoyanceNever came near thee:Thou lovest, but neer knew loves sad satiety.有你明澈强烈的欢快。倦怠永不会出现，烦恼的阴影从来近不得你的身边，你爱，却从不知晓过分充满爱的悲哀。Waking or asleep,Thou of death must deemThings more true and deepThan we mortals
12、dream,Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?是醒来或是睡去，你对死的理解一定比我们凡人梦想到的更加深刻真切，否则你的乐曲音流，怎能象液态的水晶涌泻?We look before and after,And pine for what is not:Our sincerest laughterWith some pain is fraught;Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.我们瞻前顾后，为了不存在的事物自扰，我们最真挚的笑，也交织着某种苦
13、恼，我们最美的音乐是最能倾诉哀思的曲调。Yet if we could scornHate, and pride, and fear;If we were things bornNot to shed a tear,I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.可是，即使我们能摈弃憎恨、傲慢和恐惧，即使我们生来不会抛洒一滴眼泪，我也不知，怎能接近于你的欢愉。Better than all measuresOf delightful sound,Better than all treasuresThat in books are found,Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!比一切欢乐的音律更加甜蜜美妙，比一切书中的宝库更加丰盛富饶，这就是鄙弃尘土的你啊，你的艺术技巧。Teach me half the gladnessThat thy brain must know,Such harmonious madnessFrom my lips would flowThe world should listen then, as I am listening no
