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雪莱英文诗

2020-6-20 17:23| 发布者: zxw88| 查看: 1444| 评论: 0

摘要: 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 pal ...
    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 wingèd 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 10
    (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, O hear!

    II


    Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, 15
    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 airy surge,
    Like the bright hair uplifted from the head 20

    Of some fierce Mænad, 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, 25
    Vaulted with all thy congregated might

    Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
    Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst: O hear!

    III


    Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
    The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, 30
    Lull'd by the coil of his crystàlline streams,

    Beside a pumice isle in Baiæ's bay,
    And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
    Quivering within the wave's intenser day,

    All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers 35
    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 40

    Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
    And tremble and despoil themselves: O hear!

  
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