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How Many Bards Gild the Lapses of Time
多少诗人把光阴镀成了黄金
作者： 济慈
屠岸译
How many bards gild the lapses of time!
A few of them have ever been the food
Of my delighted fancy,—I could brood
Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime:
多少诗人把光阴镀成了黄金！
诗杰的神品永远是我的幻想
得到哺育的养料，美妙的诗章
或质朴,或崇高,使我深思,默吟：
And often, when I sit me down to rhyme,
These will in throngs before my mind intrude:
But no confusion, no disturbance rude
Do they occasion; 'tis a pleasing chime.
时常， 当我坐下来神驰于诗韵，
那些华章便簇拥进我的心乡：
但它们没有引起刺耳的扰攘，
只是和谐地汇成动听的乐音。
So the unnumbered sounds that evening store;
The songs of birds-the whispering of the leaves
The voice of watersùthe great bell that heaves
仿佛积聚在黄昏的无数声响：
鸟儿歌唱， 树叶飒飒地絮语，
流水潺潺， 洪钟沉重地叩出
With solemn sound,--and thousand others more,
That distance of recognizance bereaves,
Makes pleasing music, and not wild uproar.
庄严的声音，还有那来自远方
难以辨认的千种鸣响， 合奏出
绝妙的音乐，而不是聒噪喧嚷。 |
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