The Soldier 战士
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
that is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed(1);
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam(2),
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind(3), no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Rudyard Kipling - The Glory of the Garden
OUR England is a garden that is full of stately views,
Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues,
With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by;
But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye.
For where the old thick laurels grow, along the thin red wall,
You'll find the tool- and potting-sheds which are the heart of all
The cold-frames and the hot-houses, the dung-pits and the tanks,
The rollers, carts, and drain-pipes, with the barrows and the planks.
And there y哈尔滨哪治癫痫病最好ou'll see the gardeners, the men and 'prentice boys
Told off to do as they are bid and do it without noise ;
For, except when seeds are planted and we shout to scare the birds,
The Glory of the Garden it abideth not in words.
And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose,
And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows ;
But they can roll and trim the lawns and sift the sand and loam,
For the Glory of the Garden occupieth all who come.
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing:-" Oh, how beautiful," and sitting in the shade
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel-paths with broken dinner-knives.
There's not a pair of legs so thin, there's not a head so thick,
There's not a hand so weak and white, nor yet a heart so sick
But it can find some needful job that's crying to be done,
For the Glory of the Garden glorifieth every one.
Then seek your job with thankfulness and work till further orders,
If it's only netting strawberries or killing slugs on borders;
And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden,
You will find yourself a partner In the Glory of the Garden.
Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees
That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees,
So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and pray
For the Glory of the Garden that it may not pass away!
And the Glory of the Garden it shall never pass away !
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven 他希冀天国的锦缎 中英对照：
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Ode to a Nightingale 夜莺颂- John Keats 中英双语对照
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains 我的心痛，困顿和麻木
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, 毒害了感官，犹如饮过毒鸩，
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains 又似刚把鸦片吞服，
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk 一分钟的时间，字句在忘川中沉没
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, 并不是在嫉妒你的幸运，
But being too happy in thine happiness,-- 是为着你的幸运而大感快乐，
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees 你，林间轻翅的精灵，
In some melodious plot 在山毛榉绿影下的情结中，
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease. 放开了歌喉，歌唱夏季。
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been 哎，一口酒!那冷藏
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, 在地下多年的甘醇，
Tasting of Flora and the country green, 味如花神、绿土、
Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! 舞蹈、恋歌和灼热的欢乐!
O for a beaker full of the warm South, 哎，满满一杯南方的温暖，
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, 充满了鲜红的灵感之泉，
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, 杯沿闪动着珍珠的泡沫，
And purple-stained mouth 和唇边退去的紫色;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, 我要一饮以不见尘世，
And with thee fade away into the forest dim 与你循入森林幽暗的深处
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget 远远的离开，消失，彻底忘记
What thou among the leaves hast never known, 林中的你从不知道的，
The weariness, the fever, and the fret 疲惫、热病和急躁
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; 这里，人们坐下并听着彼此的呻吟;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, 瘫痪摇动了一会儿，悲伤了，最后的几丝白发，
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; 青春苍白，古怪的消瘦下去，后来死亡;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs, 铅色的眼睛绝望着;
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, 美人守不住明眸，
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. 新的恋情过不完明天。
Away! away! for I will fly to thee, 去吧!去吧!我要飞向你，
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But on the viewless wings of Poesy, 乘着诗歌无形的翅膀，
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards 尽管这混沌的头脑早已跟随你，
Already with thee! tender is the night, 夜色温柔，而月后
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, 正登上她的宝座，
Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; 周围是她所有的星星仙子，
But here there is no light, 但这处那处都没有光，
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown 一些天光被微风吹入幽绿，
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 和青苔的曲径。
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, 我不能看清是哪些花在我的脚旁，
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, 何种软香悬于高枝，
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet 但在温馨的暗处，猜测每一种甜蜜
Wherewith the seasonable month endows 以其时令的赠与
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; 青草地、灌木丛、野果树
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; 白山楂和田园玫瑰;
Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; 叶堆中易谢的紫罗兰;
And mid-May's eldest child, 还有五与中旬的首出，
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, 这啜满了露酒的麝香蔷薇，
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. 夏夜蝇子嗡嗡的出没其中。
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time 我倾听黑夜，多少次
I have been half in love with easeful Death, 我几乎爱上了逸谧的死亡，
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, 在如此多的沉思之韵中呼唤她轻柔的名，
To take into the air my quiet breath; 编织成歌，我无声的呼吸;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die, 现在她更加华丽的死去，
To cease upon the midnight with no pain, 在午夜不带悲伤的飞升，
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad 当你正向外倾泻灵魂
In such an ecstasy!这般的迷狂!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain-- 你仍唱着，而我听不见，
To thy high requiem become a sod. 你那高昂的安魂曲对着一搓泥土。
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! 永生的鸟啊!你不为了死亡出生!
No hungry generations tread thee down; 饥饿的时代无法把你蹂躏;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard 这逝去的夜晚里我所听见的
In ancient days by emperor and clown: 在那远古的日子也曾为帝王和小丑听见;
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path 可能相同的歌在鲁思那颗忧愁的心中
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, 找到了一条路径，当她思念故乡，
She stood in tears amid the alien corn; 站在异邦的谷田中落泪;
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Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam 在遗失的仙城中震动了窗扉
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 望向泡沫浪花
Forlorn! the very word is like a bell 遗失!这个字如同一声钟响
To toll me back from thee to my sole self! 把我从你处带会我单独自我!
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well 别了!幻想无法继续欺骗
As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. 当她不再能够，
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades别了! 别了!你哀伤的圣歌
Past the near meadows, over the still stream, 退入了后面的草地，流过溪水，
Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep 涌上山坡;而此时，它正深深
In the next valley-glades: 埋在下一个山谷的阴影中：
Was it a vision, or a waking dream? 是幻觉，还是梦寐?
Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep? 那歌声去了：我醒了?我睡着?
By John Keats
Leisure闲暇 by W.H.Davies(1871-1940)
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare!
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see,in broad daylight，
Streams full of stars,like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet,how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.