珀西·毕西·雪莱是19世纪初英国浪漫主义诗人的杰出代表之一,在其短暂的一生中,创作了大量诗歌、散文、小说和戏剧,对后世产生了深远影响。下面是小编带来的关于雪莱的英文诗歌欣赏，欢迎阅读!

关于雪莱的英文诗歌欣赏篇一

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 heart

In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

你好啊，欢乐的精灵!

你似乎从不是飞禽，

从天堂或天堂的邻近，

以酣畅淋漓的乐音，

不事雕琢的艺术，倾吐你的衷心。

Higher still and higher

From the earth thou springest

Like 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 lightning

Of the sunken sun

O'er which clouds are bright'ning,

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 even

Melts around thy flight;

Like a star of Heaven

In the broad daylight

Thou 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，

却可以听得清你那欢乐的强音——

Keen as are the arrows

Of that silver sphere,

Whose intense lamp narrows

In the white dawn clear

Until 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 air

With thy voice is loud.

As, when night is bare,

From one lonely cloud

The moon rains 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 not

Drops so bright to see

As 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 poet hidden

In the light of thought,

Singing hymns unbidden,

Till the world is wrought

To 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 maiden

In a palace tower,

Soothing her love-laden

Soul in secret hour

With music sweet as love, which overflows 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 golden

In a dell of dew,

Scattering unbeholden

Its aerial hue

Among 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 embowered

In its own green leaves,

By warm winds deflowered,

Till the scent it gives

Makes 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 showers

On the twinkling grass,

Rain-awakened flowers,

All that ever was

Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.

晶莹闪烁的草地，

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 heard

Praise of love or wine

That 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 hymeneal

Or triumphal chaunt

Matched with thine, would be all

But 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 fountains

Of 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?

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 joyance

Languor cannot be:

Shadow of annoyance

Never came near thee:

Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's 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 deem

Things more true and deep

Than we mortals 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 laughter

With 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，

也交织着某种苦恼，

我们最美的音乐是最能倾诉哀思的曲调。

Yet if we could scorn

Hate, and pride, and fear;

If we were things born

Not 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 measures

Of delightful sound,

Better than all treasures

That 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 gladness

That thy brain must know,

Such harmonious madness

From my lips would flow

The world should listen then, as I am listening now!

教给我一半，你的心

必定熟知的欢欣，

和谐、炽热的激情

就会流出我的双唇，

全世界就会象此刻的我——侧耳倾听。

关于雪莱的英文诗歌欣赏篇二

Ode to the West Wind

I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead

Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,

Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,

Each like a corpse within its grave, until

Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill

(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)

With living hues and odours plain and hill:

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;

Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!

II Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,

Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,

Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,

Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread

On the blue surface of thine aery surge,

Like the bright hair uplifted from the head

Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge

Of the horizon to the zenith's height,

The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge

Of the dying year, to which this closing night

Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,

Vaulted with all thy congregated might

Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere

Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!

III Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams

The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,

Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,

Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,

And saw in sleep old palaces and towers

Quivering within the wave's intenser day,

All overgrown with azure moss and flowers

So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers

Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know

Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear! IV If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;

A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even

I were as in my boyhood, and could be

The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven, As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed

Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. V Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse,

Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth

Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth The trumpet of a prophecy! Oh Wind,

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

关于雪莱的英文诗歌欣赏篇三

The flower that smiles today

Tomorrow dies;

All that we wish to say

Tempts and then flies.

What is this world’s delight?

Lightning that mocks the night.

Brief even as bright.

今天微笑的花朵

明日它便死去;

我们但愿留驻的

诱惑之后飞去。

人世间快乐究为何物?

恰如闪电嘲笑黑夜，

光亮一片，转瞬消逝。

Virtue, how frail it is!

Friendship how rare!

Love, how it sells poor bliss

For proud despair!

But we,though soon they fall,

Survive their joy, and all

Which ours we call.

美德何其脆弱!

友谊何其稀有!

爱情以不足道的幸福

轻易换取高傲的绝望!

它们很快跌落，而我们

活下去，再没有它们带来的欢乐，

没有我们称为“我们的”一切。

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 up to weep.

趁天空还蔚蓝光明

趁花朵还娇艳芳菲，

趁黑夜未到，眼睛

能看到白日的美好，

趁平静还在缓缓流淌，

入梦吧，待从梦中醒来

再哭泣。