{"id":2966,"date":"2010-02-12T23:44:03","date_gmt":"2010-02-13T04:44:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=2966"},"modified":"2017-05-06T20:16:24","modified_gmt":"2017-05-07T00:16:24","slug":"ode-to-a-nightingale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=2966","title":{"rendered":"\u300aOde to a Nightingale\u300bby John Keats __ \u6c5f\u7d39\u502b\u8b6f"},"content":{"rendered":"

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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains \u6211\u5fc3\u75db\u56f0\u5026\u795e\u7d93\u9ebb\u6728
\nMy sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, \u77e5\u89ba\u4eff\u5982\u670d\u904e\u6bd2\u6f3f
\nOr emptied some dull opiate to the drains\u6216\u8005\u76e1\u541e\u4e86\u9d09\u7247
\nOne minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: \u6211\u9a5f\u7136\u6c89\u5165\u51a5\u6cb3\u5fd8\u5ddd
\n‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, \u4e0d\u70ba\u5ac9\u5992\u4f60\u7684\u5e78\u798f\u547d\u904b
\nBut being too happy in thine happiness, -\u70ba\u4e86\u6b23\u559c\u5728\u4f60\u6b61\u6a02\u4e2d
\nThat thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, \u4f60\u662f\u6797\u4e2d\u5929\u4ed9\u8f15\u7ffc
\nIn some melodious plot\u5ba3\u63da\u795e\u5999\u97fb\u8abf
\nOf beechen green and shadows numberless, \u8b9a\u7f8e\u5c71\u9593\u90a3\u7121\u76e1\u7da0\u852d\u5029\u5f71
\nSingest of summer in full-throated ease. \u8f15\u5feb\u5730\u6b4c\u5531\u590f\u5929<\/p>\n

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been\u554a\u8acb\u5438\u76e1\u76c8\u676f\u9189\u7d05\u9187\u9152
\nCool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth, \u9577\u7720\u6df1\u7a96\u88e1\u7684\u9673\u5e74\u4f73\u91c0
\nTasting of Flora and the country green, \u54c1\u5690\u82b1\u795e\u7da0\u8449
\nDance, and Proven\u00e7al song, and sunburnt mirth! \u5728\u7267\u6b4c\u8c50\u6536\u7684\u9a55\u967d\u4e0b\u821e\u8e48
\nO for a beaker full of the warm South, \u76c8\u76c8\u5357\u65b9\u6eab\u6696
\nFull of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, \u900f\u7740\u771f\u7d14\u6e05\u6d0c\u7684\u8a69\u795e\u4e4b\u6cc9
\nWith beaded bubbles winking at the brim, \u676f\u908a\u6ce1\u6cab\u5728\u9583\u720d
\nAnd purple-stained mouth; \u67d3\u7740\u7d2b\u5f69
\nThat I might drink, and leave the world unseen, \u6eb6\u5165\u6211\u53e3\u4e2d\u6d88\u5931
\nAnd with thee fade away into the forest dim: \u5982\u540c\u907a\u5fd8\u4e86\u7684\u7121\u540d\u7da0\u8449<\/p>\n

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Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget\u00a0 \u6eb6\u5165\u6211\u53e3\u4e2d\u6d88\u5931
\nWhat thou among the leaves hast never known, \u5982\u540c\u907a\u5fd8\u4e86\u7684\u7121\u540d\u7da0\u8449
\nThe weariness, the fever, and the fret\u00a0 \u4e16\u9593\u7684\u8207\u7169\u75b2\u5026\u75c5\u71b1\u53ad
\nHere, where men sit and hear each other groan; \u4eba\u5011\u5750\u807d\u5f7c\u6b64\u7684\u547b\u541f
\nWhere palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, \u53eb\u75c5\u5f31\u8001\u4eba\u6389\u4e0b\u7070\u767d\u9aee\u7d72
\nWhere youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; \u53eb\u84bc\u767d\u58ef\u5e74\u7626\u524a\u6b7b\u4ea1
\nWhere but to think is to be full of sorrow \u53eb\u8ab0\u90fd\u60f3\u7740\u60b2\u50b7
\nAnd leaden-eyed despairs, \u5446\u7740\u96d9\u773c\u7d55\u671b
\nWhere Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, \u53eb\u7f8e\u4eba\u96e3\u4fdd\u6167\u773c\u7684\u5149\u8292
\nOr new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. \u6216\u8b93\u65b0\u6b61\u8005\u61f7\u5ff5\u9803\u523b\u5373\u901d\u7684\u660e\u5929<\/p>\n

Away! away! for I will fly to thee, \u53bb\u5427\u5f80\u6614\u6211\u5c07\u8981\u98db\u7fd4
\nNot charioted by Bacchus and his pards, \u4e0d\u4e58\u9152\u795e\u7684\u8c79\u99d5\u99b3\u9a01
\nBut on the viewless wings of Poesy, \u4e0d\u7ba1\u56f0\u60d1\u8207\u7336\u8c6b
\nThough the dull brain perplexes and retards: \u6211\u767b\u4e0a\u8a69\u795e\u81ea\u7531\u7684\u5bdb\u7ffc
\nAlready with thee! tender is the night, \u8d81\u6b64\u67d4\u7f8e\u7684\u521d\u591c\u5230\u9054\u4f60\u9762\u524d
\nAnd haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, \u6708\u540e\u767b\u4e0a\u4e86\u5979\u7684\u5bf6\u5ea7
\nCluster’d around by all her starry Fays; \u7d66\u7fa4\u661f\u4ed9\u5b50\u570d\u5728\u4e2d\u592e
\nBut here there is no light, \u9019\u5152\u4e00\u7247\u5e7d\u975c
\nSave what from heaven is with the breezes blown\u5929\u5802\u4e4b\u98a8\u6084\u6084\u63a0\u904e
\nThrough verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. \u5448\u73fe\u66f2\u6298\u7684\u82d4\u5f91\u8207\u7da0\u8272\u6726\u6727<\/p>\n

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, \u6211\u8fa8\u8a8d\u4e0d\u6e05\u8173\u4e0b\u7684\u82b1\u6736
\nNor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, \u4e0d\u8b58\u679d\u982d\u4e0a\u5ae9\u854a\u7684\u9999\u99a8
\nBut, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet\u00a0 \u53ea\u5728\u6c89\u9999\u7684\u9ed1\u591c\u88e1\u731c\u60f3
\nWherewith the seasonable month endows\u00a0 \u9019\u6642\u7bc0\u6240\u8ce6\u7684\u6069\u8cdc
\nThe grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; \u8349\u576a\u704c\u53e2\u548c\u679c\u6a39
\nWhite hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; \u7d14\u767d\u7684\u5c71\u6942\u82b1\u548c\u7267\u91ce\u4e0a\u7dbb\u653e\u7684\u8594\u8587
\nFast fading violets cover’d up in leaves; \u6613\u51cb\u7684\u7d2b\u7f85\u862d\u96a0\u85cf\u5728\u7da0\u8449\u53e2\u4e2d
\nAnd mid-May’s eldest child, \u4e94\u6708\u4e2d\u65ec\u7684\u9577\u5b50
\nThe coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, \u90a3\u5373\u5c07\u51fa\u73fe\u7684\u9e9d\u9999\u73ab\u7470
\nThe murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. \u4f34\u548c\u7740\u76e4\u6853\u5728\u590f\u5929\u9ec3\u660f\u4e2d\u55e1\u53eb\u7684\u84bc\u8805<\/p>\n

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time\u6211\u591a\u5c11\u6b21\u8046\u807d\u9ed1\u6697
\nI have been half in love with easeful Death, \u5e7e\u4e4e\u628a\u5b89\u975c\u4e4b\u795e\u7576\u4f5c\u60c5\u4eba
\nCall’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme, \u7528\u6df1\u601d\u7684\u8a69\u97fb\u7576\u4f5c\u5b83\u7684\u540d\u5b57\u53eb\u559a
\nTo take into the air my quiet breath; \u4fbf\u5229\u547c\u51fa\u60a0\u60a0\u7684\u80f8\u6c23
\nNow more than ever seems it rich to die, \u6293\u7dca\u5343\u8f09\u826f\u6a5f\u505c\u6b62\u547c\u5438
\nTo cease upon the midnight with no pain, \u8f15\u6613\u544a\u5225\u9019\u5b89\u8a73\u7684\u5348\u591c
\nWhile thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad\u8d81\u4f60\u50be\u5410\u7740\u4f60\u8d64\u88f8\u7684\u9748\u9b42
\nIn such an ecstasy! \u5982\u6b64\u72c2\u559c
\nStill wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain – \u8d81\u4f60\u70ba\u6211\u5931\u53bb\u7684\u807d\u89ba\u9ad8\u6b4c
\nTo thy high requiem become a sod. \u628a\u5b89\u9b42\u66f2\u5e36\u5165\u9ec3\u571f<\/p>\n

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! \u4f60\u9019\u8d85\u8d8a\u751f\u6b7b\u7684\u4e0d\u6747\u7cbe\u79bd
\nNo hungry generations tread thee down; \u6c92\u6709\u97f3\u6a02\u559c\u611b\u8005\u8db3\u4ee5\u4f4e\u8cb6\u4f60
\nThe voice I hear this passing night was heard\u00a0 \u4f60\u9019\u4eca\u591c\u70ba\u6211\u5145\u8033\u7684\u7d55\u4e16\u7a00\u97f3
\nIn ancient days by emperor and clown: \u66fe\u591a\u5c11\u6b21\u6253\u52d5\u904e\u53e4\u4ee3\u7684\u541b\u738b\u767e\u59d3
\nPerhaps the self-same song that found a path\u00a0 \u4f60\u53c8\u4ee5\u76f8\u540c\u7684\u6e05\u97f3
\nThrough the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, \u900f\u5165\u8056\u7d93\u4e2d\u601d\u9109\u7684\u9b6f\u65af\u5e95\u5fc3\u6df5
\nShe stood in tears amid the alien corn; \u5b89\u6170\u5979\u5728\u7570\u570b\u6817\u7530\u4e2d\u6dcc\u6dda
\nThe same that oft-times hath\u00a0 \u4f60\u9019\u6b4c\u8072\u7684\u9b54\u529b
\nCharm’d magic casements, opening on the foam\u53eb\u50b3\u5947\u4e2d\u7b49\u5f85\u5728\u7a97\u524d\u7684\u7f8e\u4eba
\nOf perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. \u5c0d\u7740\u6c79\u6fe4\u5927\u6d77\u60f3\u671b\u4ed9\u5cf6\u611b\u60c5<\/p>\n

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell\u00a0 \u5b64\u5bc2\u4f60\u9019\u5b57\u773c\u5b9b\u5982\u6d2a\u9418
\nTo toll me back from thee to my sole self! \u559a\u9192\u6211\u96e2\u4f60\u56de\u6b78\u81ea\u5df1
\nAdieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well\u00a0 \u5225\u4e86\u9019\u54c4\u9a19\u5e7b\u60f3\u7684\u5de7\u97f3
\nAs she is fam’d to do, deceiving elf. \u5f92\u53eb\u5c0f\u5b50\u7740\u8ff7
\nAdieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades\u00a0 \u5225\u4e86\u9019\u5f0f\u5fae\u4e2d\u7684\u54c0\u6028\u6b4c\u8072
\nPast the near meadows, over the still stream, \u8d8a\u904e\u8349\u576a\u8207\u7de9\u6eaa
\nUp the hill-side; and now ’tis buried deep\u00a0 \u98c4\u4e0a\u5c71\u8170
\nIn the next valley-glades: \u5982\u4eca\u96b1\u843d\u5728\u5bc6\u6797\u5e7d\u8c37
\nWas it a vision, or a waking dream? \u7a76\u662f\u667a\u6167\u6291\u662f\u5922\u5e7b
\nFled is that music: – Do I wake or sleep?\u00a0 \u6211\u5728\u97f3\u6a02\u4e2d\u6e05\u9192\u6291\u6216\u9163\u7761<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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