拜伦 英文诗

我看过你笑

——

蓝宝石的火焰

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在你之前也不再发闪；

呵，宝石的闪烁怎么比得上

你那灵活一瞥的光线。

仿佛是乌云从远方的太阳

得到浓厚而柔和的色彩，

就是冉冉的黄昏的暗影

也不能将它从天空逐开；

你那微笑给我阴沉的脑中

也灌注了纯洁的欢乐；

你的容光留下了光明一闪，

恰似太阳在我心里放射。

今年我度过了三十六年

是时候了，这颗心该当冷涸，

既然它已不再感动人心；

可是，尽管我不能为人所爱，

我还要去爱别人！

我的日子飘落在黄叶里，

爱情的花和果都已消失；

只剩下溃伤，悔恨和悲哀

还为我所保持！

那郁积在我内心的火焰

象一座火山岛那样孤寂，

没有一只火把过来点燃

——

I Saw Thee Weep

George Gordon Byron

I saw thee weep---the big bright tear

Came

o’er

that eye of blue;

And then methought it did appear

A violet dropping dew:

I saw thee smile ---the

sapphire’s

blaze

Beside thee ceased to shine;

It could not match the living rays

That filled that glance of thine.

As clouds from yonder sun receive

A deep and mellow dye,

Which scarce the shade of coming eve

Can banish from the sky,

Those smiles unto the moodiest mind

Their own pure joy impart;

Their sunshine leaves a glow behind

That lightens

o’er

the heart.

On

This

Day

I

Complete

My

Thirty-Sixth Year

’Tis time the heart should be unmoved,

Since others it hath ceased to move:

Yet, though I cannot be beloved,

Still let me love!

My days are in the yellow leaf;

The flowers and fruits of Love are gone;

The worm, the canker

, and the grief

Are mine alone!

The fire that on my bosom preys

Is lone as some Volcanic isle;

No torch is kindled at its blaze

—

呵，一个火葬礼！

希望，恐惧，嫉妒的忧烦，

爱情底那崇高的一半

痛苦和力量，我都没有尝过，

除了它的锁链。

呵，但何必在此时，此地，

让这种思绪挫折我的灵魂：

荣誉正装饰着英雄的尸架，

或者鼓舞着他的心。

看，刀剑，军旗，辽阔的战场，

荣誉 和希腊，就在我周身！

那由盾牌抬回的斯巴达人

何曾有过这种驰骋。

醒来！

(

不 ，希腊已经觉醒！

)

醒来，我的精神！想一想

你的心血所来自的湖泊，

还不朝敌人攻上！

踏灭那复燃的情欲吧，

没出息的成年！对于你

美人的笑靥或者蹙眉

应该失去了吸力。

若使你对青春抱恨，何必活着？< /p>

使你光荣而死的国土

就在这里——去到战场上，

把你的呼吸献出！

寻求一个战士的归宿吧，

这样的归宿对你最适宜；

看一看四周，选择一块地方，

然后静静地安息。

A funeral pile.

The hope, the fear

, the jealous care,

The exalted portion of the pain

And power of love, I cannot share,

But wear the chain.

But ’tis

not thus

—and ’tis not here—

Such thoughts should shake my soul nor now,

Where Glory decks the hero’s bier

,

Or binds his brow.

The Sword, the Banner

, and the Field,

Glory and Greece, around me see!

The Spartan, borne upon his shield,

Was not more free.

Awake! (not Greece

—

she is awake!)

Awake, my spirit! Think through whom

Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake,

And then strike home!

Tread those reviving passions down,

Unworthy manhood!

—

unto thee

Indifferent should the smile or frown

Of Beauty be.

If thou re

gret’st thy youth, why live?

The land of honourable death

Is here:

—

up to the Field, and give

Away thy breath!

Seek out

—

less often sought than found

—

A soldier’s grave, for thee the bes

t;

Then look around, and choose thy ground,

And take thy Rest.

滑铁卢前夜

夜深深，纵饮狂欢，乐不可支，

比利时京城从四处集聚了一厅

那么些美貌再加上那么些英姿，

华灯把美女英雄照得好鲜明；

千颗心快乐的跳着；然后只一听

荡人心魄的音乐海潮样四涌，

温柔的眼睛跟眼睛就反复传情，

大家都欢欣鼓舞得象结婚打钟；

可是听！听啊！什么声音

象丧钟的轰隆！

你们听见吗？——没有；

无非是刮风，

或者是车轮在石街上滚得太笨；

继续跳舞吧！让大家乐一个无穷；

青春逢喜悦，睡觉且等到早晨，

飞鞋急步一齐赶焕发的良辰——

可是听！——那种沉重的声音

又来闹，

云端象把它的回声又重复一阵；

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近了，

更近了，

越来越可怕，

抗枪！抗枪！这是——这是——

人家开大炮！

啊！立刻到处是纷纷乱乱，

涕流纵横，难过到直抖，直颤动，

脸庞都发白，全不象一小时以前

一听到赞美它们就那样羞红；

到处是突兀的离别，年轻的心胸

压走了生命，呜咽得说不成话，

多分再无从说了；谁又猜得中

是否还能见那些眼睛的应答，

The Eve Of Waterloo

There was a sound of revelry by night,

And Belgiums capital had gather

’

d then

Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright

The lamps shone o

’

er fair women and brave men;

A thousand hearts beat happily; and when

Music arose with its voluptuous swell,

Soft eyes look

’

d love to eyes which spake again,

And all went merry as a marriage bell;

But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a

rising knell!

Did ye not hear it

—

No;

’

twas but the wind,

Or the car rattling o

’

er the stony street;

On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;

No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet

To chase the growing hours with flying feet

—

But,

hark!

—

that

heavy

sound

breaks

in

once

more,

As if the clouds its echo would repeat;

And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before!

Arm! arm! it is

—

it is

—the cannon’s

opening roar!

Ah! Then and there was hurrying to and fro,

And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,

And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago

Blush

’

d at the praise of their own loveliness

And there were sudden partings, such as press

The

life from out young

hearts,

and choking sighs

Which ne

’

er might be repeated; who could guess

If

ever

more

should

meet

those

mutual

eyes,

既然是夜这样可爱，

早晨就这样可

怕！

到处是急急匆匆的上马：战马，

集合的骑队，炮车震响个不停，

纷纷都火急飞快的向战地出发，

Since upon night so sweet such awful morn

could rise!

And there was mounting in hot haste the steed,

The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,

Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,

顷刻间一排排都列成作战的队形；

And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;

远处是一阵又一阵深沉的雷鸣；

近处是报警的铜鼓一齐打开了，

不等到启明星隐退就催起所有的

士兵；

老百姓挤在一起，都给吓呆了，

或者战兢兢悄悄说——“敌人来

了， 来了！

”

好吧，我们不再一起漫游

好吧，我们不再一起漫游，

消磨这幽深的夜晚，

尽管这颗心仍旧迷恋，

尽管月光还那么灿烂。

因为利剑能够磨

剑鞘，

灵魂也把胸膛磨得够受，

这颗心呵，它得停下来呼吸，

爱情也得有歇息的时候。

虽然夜晚为爱情而降临，

很快的，很快又是白昼，

但是在这月光的世界，

我们已不再一起漫游。

And the deep thunder peal on peal afar;

And near, the beat of the alarming drum

Roused

up

the

soldier

ere

the

morning

star;

While throng’d the citizens with terror

dumb,

Or whispering with white lips

—‘the foe!

they come!,they come!”

So We'll Go No More A-Roving Roving

So we'll go no more a-roving

So late into the night,

Though the heart still be as loving,

And the moon still be as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,

And the soul outwears the breast,

And the heart must pause to breathe,

And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,

And the day returns too soon,

Yet we'll go no more a-roving

By the light of the moon.