關於雪萊的英文詩歌欣賞

　　珀西·畢西·雪萊是19世紀初英國浪漫主義詩人的傑出代表之一,在其短暫的一生中,創作了大量詩歌、散文、小說和戲劇,對後世產生了深遠影響。下面是小編帶來的，歡迎閱讀!

　　篇一

　　To A Skylark

　　致雲雀

　　by Percy Bysshe Shelley 雪萊

　　江楓譯

　　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，歡樂的精靈!

　　你似乎從不是飛禽，

　　從天堂或天堂的鄰近，

　　以酣暢淋漓的樂音，

　　不事雕琢的藝術，傾吐你的衷心。

　　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，再向高處飛翔，

　　從地面你一躍而上，

　　象一片烈火的輕雲，

　　掠過蔚藍的天心，

　　永遠歌唱著飛翔，飛翔著歌唱。

　　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.

　　地平線下的太陽，

　　放射出金色的電光，

　　晴空裡霞蔚雲蒸，

　　你沐浴著陽光飛行，

　　似不具形體的喜悅剛開始迅疾的遠征。

　　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

　　在你航程周圍消融，

　　象晝空裡的星星，

　　雖然不見形影，

　　卻可以聽得清你那歡樂的強音——

　　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.

　　那犀利無比的樂音，

　　似銀色星光的利箭，

　　它那強烈的明燈，

　　在晨曦中暗淡，

　　直到難以分辨，卻能感覺到就在空間。

　　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.

　　整個大地和大氣，

　　響徹你婉轉的歌喉，

　　彷彿在荒涼的黑夜，

　　從一片孤雲背後，

　　明月射出光芒，清輝洋溢宇宙。

　　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.

　　我們不知，你是什麼，

　　什麼和你最為相似?

　　從霓虹似的彩霞

　　也降不下這樣美的雨，

　　能和當你出現時降下的樂曲甘霖相比。

　　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:

　　象一位詩人，隱身

　　在思想的明輝之中，

　　吟誦著即興的詩韻，

　　直到普天下的同情

　　都被未曾留意過的希望和憂慮喚醒。

　　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:

　　象一位高貴的少女，

　　居住在深宮的樓臺，

　　在寂寞難言的時刻，

　　排遣她為愛所苦的情懷，

　　甜美有如愛情的歌曲，溢位閨閣之外;

　　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:

　　象一隻金色的螢火蟲，

　　在凝露的深山幽谷，

　　不顯露它的行蹤，

　　把晶瑩的流光傳播，

　　在遮斷我們視線的芳草鮮花叢中;

　　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.

　　象一朵讓自己的綠葉

　　陰蔽著的玫瑰，

　　遭受到熱風的摧殘，

　　直到它的芳菲

　　以過濃的香甜使魯莽的飛賊沉醉;

　　Sound of vernal showers

　　On the twinkling grass,

　　Rain-awakened flowers,

　　All that ever was

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

　　晶瑩閃爍的草地，

　　春霖灑落的聲息，

　　雨後甦醒的花瓣，

　　稱得上明朗，歡悅，

　　清新的一切，都不及你的音樂。

　　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.

　　飛禽或是精靈，有什麼

　　甜美的思緒在你心頭?

　　我從沒有聽到過

　　愛情或是淳酒的頌歌

　　能夠迸湧出這樣神聖的極樂音流。

　　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.

　　贊婚的合唱也罷，

　　凱旋的歡歌也罷，

　　和你的樂曲相比，

　　不過是空調的浮誇，

　　人們可以覺察，其中總有著貧乏。

　　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?

　　什麼樣的物象或事件，

　　是你歡樂樂曲的源泉?

　　什麼田野、波濤、山巒?

　　什麼空中陸上的形態?

　　是你對同類的愛，還是對痛苦的絕緣?

　　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.

　　有你明澈強烈的歡快。

　　倦怠永不會出現，

　　煩惱的陰影從來

　　近不得你的身邊，

　　你愛，卻從不知曉過分充滿愛的悲哀。

　　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?

　　是醒來或是睡去，

　　你對死的理解一定比

　　我們凡人夢想到的

　　更加深刻真切，否則

　　你的樂曲音流，怎能象液態的水晶湧瀉?

　　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.

　　我們瞻前顧後，為了

　　不存在的事物自擾，

　　我們最真摯的笑，

　　也交織著某種苦惱，

　　我們最美的音樂是最能傾訴哀思的曲調。

　　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，即使我們能擯棄

　　憎恨、傲慢和恐懼，

　　即使我們生來不會

　　拋灑一滴眼淚，

　　我也不知，怎能接近於你的歡愉。

　　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!

　　比一切歡樂的音律

　　更加甜蜜美妙，

　　比一切書中的寶庫

　　更加豐盛富饒，

　　這就是鄙棄塵土的你啊，你的藝術技巧。

　　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!

　　教給我一半，你的心

　　必定熟知的歡欣，

　　和諧、熾熱的激情

　　就會流出我的雙脣，

　　全世界就會象此刻的我——側耳傾聽。

　　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?