by Ben Jonson
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent'st it back to...>>阅读全文
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Love is More Thicker than Forget
by E.E. Cummings Love is more thicker than forget
More thinner than recall
...>>阅读全文
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Ode on Melancholy
I.
NO, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolfs-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow’s mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
II.
But when the melancholy fit shall f...>>阅读全文
I.
NO, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolfs-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow’s mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
II.
But when the melancholy fit shall f...>>阅读全文
本文发布时间：2008-12-20 18:06 点击数：45
John Keats - Ode On Melancholy
I
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolfs-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries...>>阅读全文
I
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolfs-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries...>>阅读全文
本文发布时间：2008-12-11 15:26 点击数：139
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall no...>>阅读全文
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall no...>>阅读全文
本文发布时间：2008-12-11 14:18 点击数：75
NO, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolfs-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like...>>阅读全文
Wolfs-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like...>>阅读全文
本文发布时间：2008-12-10 18:04 点击数：227
A Psalm of Life
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
别用悲伤诗句对我吟唱；
Life is but an empty dream!
人生不过是场空虚的梦！
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
因为灵魂沉睡等于死亡，
And thing...>>阅读全文
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
别用悲伤诗句对我吟唱；
Life is but an empty dream!
人生不过是场空虚的梦！
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
因为灵魂沉睡等于死亡，
And thing...>>阅读全文
本文发布时间：2008-12-09 20:56 点击数：84
Annabel Lee 安娜贝李
by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
很久很久以前，
In a kingdom by the sea,
在大海边一个王国里，
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
住着一位少女你或许认得，
By the name of Annabel Lee;--
她名叫安娜贝李；
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
这少女活着没有别的愿望；
Than to love and be loved by me.
只为了与我相爱。
She was a child and I was a child
她是孩子，我也是孩...>>阅读全文
by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
很久很久以前，
In a kingdom by the sea,
在大海边一个王国里，
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
住着一位少女你或许认得，
By the name of Annabel Lee;--
她名叫安娜贝李；
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
这少女活着没有别的愿望；
Than to love and be loved by me.
只为了与我相爱。
She was a child and I was a child
她是孩子，我也是孩...>>阅读全文
本文发布时间：2008-12-09 15:13 点击数：206
Death be not proud 死亡，不要骄傲
John Donne (1572-1631)
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
死亡，不要骄傲，虽然有人说你
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
强大而又可怖，而你并不真的这样
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
因为你只是威吓害怕你的人们。
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
可怜的死亡，本身无法死亡，也不能将我杀死。
From rest and sleepe, which but...>>阅读全文
John Donne (1572-1631)
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
死亡，不要骄傲，虽然有人说你
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
强大而又可怖，而你并不真的这样
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
因为你只是威吓害怕你的人们。
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
可怜的死亡，本身无法死亡，也不能将我杀死。
From rest and sleepe, which but...>>阅读全文
本文发布时间：2008-12-08 22:25 点击数：74
My Mistress’ Eyes Are Nothing like the Sun
sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun；
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red：
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun；
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head．
I have seen roses damasked*, red and white,be in pink
But no such roses see I in her cheeks；
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks． ...>>阅读全文
sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun；
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red：
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun；
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head．
I have seen roses damasked*, red and white,be in pink
But no such roses see I in her cheeks；
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks． ...>>阅读全文
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VIRTUE美德
－G.Herbert赫伯特
Sweet day,so cool,so calm,so bright! 甜美的白昼，如此凉爽、安宁、明媚！
The bridal of the earth and sky- 天地间完美的匹配-----
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; 今宵的露珠儿将为你的消逝而落泪；
For thou must die. 因为你必须离去。
Sweet rose,whose hue angry and brave, 美丽的玫瑰...>>阅读全文
－G.Herbert赫伯特
Sweet day,so cool,so calm,so bright! 甜美的白昼，如此凉爽、安宁、明媚！
The bridal of the earth and sky- 天地间完美的匹配-----
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; 今宵的露珠儿将为你的消逝而落泪；
For thou must die. 因为你必须离去。
Sweet rose,whose hue angry and brave, 美丽的玫瑰...>>阅读全文
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The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls
潮涨潮落
Herry Wadsworth Longfellow
享利·沃兹渥斯·朗费罗
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea — sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
潮涨，潮落，
暮色渐浓，麻鹬鸣叫；
沿着潮湿灰褐色沙滩，
行路人匆匆往城里赶，
潮涨，潮落。
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The lit...>>阅读全文
潮涨潮落
Herry Wadsworth Longfellow
享利·沃兹渥斯·朗费罗
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea — sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
潮涨，潮落，
暮色渐浓，麻鹬鸣叫；
沿着潮湿灰褐色沙滩，
行路人匆匆往城里赶，
潮涨，潮落。
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The lit...>>阅读全文
本文发布时间：2008-10-28 17:12 点击数：143
Oh, to be in England, Now that April's there,
啊，但愿此刻身在英格兰，趁这四月天，
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
一个早晨醒来，谁都会突然发现：
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
榆树四周低矮的枝条和灌木丛中，
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
小小的嫩叶已显出一片葱笼，
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
&...>>阅读全文
啊，但愿此刻身在英格兰，趁这四月天，
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
一个早晨醒来，谁都会突然发现：
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
榆树四周低矮的枝条和灌木丛中，
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
小小的嫩叶已显出一片葱笼，
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
&...>>阅读全文
本文发布时间：2008-10-28 17:12 点击数：312
Oh, to be in England, Now that April's there,
啊，但愿此刻身在英格兰，趁这四月天，
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
一个早晨醒来，谁都会突然发现：
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
榆树四周低矮的枝条和灌木丛中，
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
小小的嫩叶已显出一片葱笼，
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
&...>>阅读全文
啊，但愿此刻身在英格兰，趁这四月天，
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
一个早晨醒来，谁都会突然发现：
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
榆树四周低矮的枝条和灌木丛中，
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
小小的嫩叶已显出一片葱笼，
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
&...>>阅读全文
本文发布时间：2008-10-28 16:56 点击数：144
Sonnets from the Portuguese
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 l...>>阅读全文
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 l...>>阅读全文
本文发布时间：2008-10-23 20:48 点击数：154
To the Cuckoo
By William Wordsworth
O blithe new-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?
While I am lying on the grass
Thy twofold shout I hear;
From hill to hill it seems to pass
At once far off, and near
Though babbling only to the Vale,
Of sunshine and of flowers,
Thou bringest unto me a tale
Of visionary hours
Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!
Even ye thou art to me
No bird, but an invisible thing,
A voice a...>>阅读全文
By William Wordsworth
O blithe new-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?
While I am lying on the grass
Thy twofold shout I hear;
From hill to hill it seems to pass
At once far off, and near
Though babbling only to the Vale,
Of sunshine and of flowers,
Thou bringest unto me a tale
Of visionary hours
Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!
Even ye thou art to me
No bird, but an invisible thing,
A voice a...>>阅读全文
本文发布时间：2008-10-16 21:57 点击数：597
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night c...>>阅读全文
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night c...>>阅读全文
本文发布时间：2008-10-15 21:58 点击数：103
荒原 艾略特
The Waste Land T.S. Eliot
I. The Burial of the Dead
I. 葬仪葬仪
April is the cruellest month, breeding
四月是最残酷的月份，
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
由死地繁殖出紫丁香，
Memory and desire, stirring
把追忆跟愿望揉合，
Dull roots with spring rain.
以春雨激动迟钝的根苗。
Winter kept us warm, covering
冬季使我们暖和，
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
拿健忘的白雪覆盖土壤，
A little life with dried tubers.
以干了的块茎养着短暂的生命。
Summer surprised us,...>>阅读全文
The Waste Land T.S. Eliot
I. The Burial of the Dead
I. 葬仪葬仪
April is the cruellest month, breeding
四月是最残酷的月份，
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
由死地繁殖出紫丁香，
Memory and desire, stirring
把追忆跟愿望揉合，
Dull roots with spring rain.
以春雨激动迟钝的根苗。
Winter kept us warm, covering
冬季使我们暖和，
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
拿健忘的白雪覆盖土壤，
A little life with dried tubers.
以干了的块茎养着短暂的生命。
Summer surprised us,...>>阅读全文
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荒原
赵萝蕤译
一、死者葬礼
四月是最残忍的一个月，荒地上
长着丁香，把回忆和欲望
参合在一起，又让春雨
催促那些迟钝的根芽。
冬天使我们温暖，大地
给助人遗忘的雪覆盖着，又叫
枯干的球根提供少许生命。
夏天来得出人意外，在下阵雨的时候
来到了斯丹卜基西；我们在柱廊下躲避，
等太阳出来又进了霍夫加登，
喝咖啡，闲谈了一个小时。
我不是俄国人，我是立陶宛来的，是地道的德国人。
而且我们小时候住在大公那里
我表兄家，他带着我出去滑雪橇，
我很害怕。他说，玛丽，
玛丽，牢牢揪住。我们就往下冲。
在山上，那里你觉得...>>阅读全文
赵萝蕤译
一、死者葬礼
四月是最残忍的一个月，荒地上
长着丁香，把回忆和欲望
参合在一起，又让春雨
催促那些迟钝的根芽。
冬天使我们温暖，大地
给助人遗忘的雪覆盖着，又叫
枯干的球根提供少许生命。
夏天来得出人意外，在下阵雨的时候
来到了斯丹卜基西；我们在柱廊下躲避，
等太阳出来又进了霍夫加登，
喝咖啡，闲谈了一个小时。
我不是俄国人，我是立陶宛来的，是地道的德国人。
而且我们小时候住在大公那里
我表兄家，他带着我出去滑雪橇，
我很害怕。他说，玛丽，
玛丽，牢牢揪住。我们就往下冲。
在山上，那里你觉得...>>阅读全文
本文发布时间：2008-10-15 20:52 点击数：105
The Waste Land
II. A GAME OF CHESS
THE Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion; 85
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthe...>>阅读全文
II. A GAME OF CHESS
THE Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion; 85
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthe...>>阅读全文
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