经典名人诗歌欣赏

发布时间:2016-12-01 23:08

经典名人诗歌：梦想

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That can never fly.

Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen only with snow

紧紧抓住梦想，

梦想若是消亡

生命就象鸟儿折了翅膀

再也不能飞翔

紧紧抓住梦想，

梦想若是消丧

生命就象贫瘠的荒野，

雪覆冰封，万物不再生长

经典名人诗歌：美好事物

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:

Its lovliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing

A flowery band to bind us to the earth,

Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth

Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,

Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways

Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,

Some shape of beauty moves away the pall

From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,

Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon

For simple sheep; and such are daffodils

With the green world they live in; and clear rills

That for themselves a cooling covert make

'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,

Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:

And such too is the grandeur of the dooms

We have imagined for the mighty dead;

An endless fountain of immortal drink,

Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

一件美好事物永远是一种欢乐：

它的美妙与日俱增;它决不会

化为乌有;而是会使我们永远有

一座幽静的花亭，一个充满美梦，

健康，和匀静的呼吸的睡眠。

因此，每天早上，我们都在编织

一根绚丽带子把我们束缚于人世，

不管失望，不管无情的人缺少高贵的

本性。不管愁苦的岁月，不管设下

为我们搜索的不健康的黑暗的道路：

是呀，不管一切，一个美的形体

从我们阴暗的精神上移去棺衣：

太阳，月亮，为天真的羊群长出

绿荫的古树和幼树就是这种事物;

水仙和它们生活其间的绿的世界，

为自己造好凉荫以御炎季的清溪，

满洒着麝香玫瑰的林中的丛薮，

都是这种事物：我们对伟大的古人

所想象的命运的壮丽，我们所听到

或读到的一切美妙的故事也都是

这种事物：从天的边涯向我们

倾注的一支不尽的琼浆的源泉。

经典名人诗歌：钢琴

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;

Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see

A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings

And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song

Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong

To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside

And hymns in the cozy parlor, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamor

With the great black piano appassionato. The glamor

Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast

Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

轻柔宛转，我于暮色中聆听一位女士的浅吟低唱

让我的思绪溯回那些年的曼妙风景，直到我眼前一亮

一个孩子坐低于钢琴下方，在那窜窜叮铃的回响

并且按压出稳健的碎步，属于母亲，笑起来像她吟唱那样。

就算勉强自己，那对于歌曲的隐匿的掌控力

出卖了我的本意，直到心之啜泣再次隶属于

属于往昔礼拜日的夜晚的家里，隔绝了室外的严冬

也属于惬意客厅里的赞美诗，叮当作响的钢琴赐我等的指引。

故而现在就算那歌者突然喧哗亦是毫无意义

和着硕大的漆黑钢琴的热情满溢。魔法般魅力

源自孩子气的日子迫近我，我的男人味被抛弃

湮没在回忆的洪流，我像个孩子似地为流逝的往昔抽泣。