威廉华兹华斯的诗短一点的中英文对译有木有

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威廉华兹华斯的诗短一点的中英文对译有木有

The Solitary Reaper

Behold her, single in the field,

Yon solitary Highland Lass!

Reaping and singing by herself;

Stop here, or gently pass!

Alone she cuts and binds the grain

And sings a melancholy strain;

Oh listen! For the vale profound

Is overflowing with the sound.

No nightingale did ever chaunt

More welcome notes to weary bands

Of travelers in some shady haunt,

Among Arabian sands;

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard

In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird

Breaking the silence of the seasAmong the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?

Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow

For old, unhappy, far-off things,

And battles long ago:

Or is it some more humble lay.

Familiar matter of to-day?

What'er the theme, the maiden sang

As if her song could have no ending;

I saw her singing at her work,

And o'er the sickle bending;

And , as I mounted up the hill,

The music in my heart I bore,

Long after it was heard no more.

孤独的割麦女

看，一个孤独的高原姑娘

在远远的田野间收割，

一边割一边独自歌唱，——

请你站住.或者俏悄走过！

她独自把麦子割了又捆，

唱出无限悲凉的歌声，

屏息听吧！深广的谷地

已被歌声涨满而漫溢！

还从未有过夜莺百啭，

唱出过如此迷人的歌，

在沙漠中的绿荫间

抚慰过疲惫的旅客；

还从未有过杜鹃迎春，

声声啼得如此震动灵魂，

在遥远的赫布利底群岛

打破过大海的寂寥。

她唱什么，谁能告诉我？

忧伤的音符不断流涌，

是把遥远的不聿诉说？

是把古代的战争吟咏？

也许她的歌比较卑谦，

只是唱今日平凡的悲欢，

只是唱自然的哀伤苦痛——

昨天经受过，明天又将重逢？

姑娘唱什么，我猜不着，

她的歌如流水永无尽头；

只见她一面唱一面干活，

弯腰挥镰，操劳不休……

我凝神不动，听她歌唱，

然后，当我登上了山岗，

尽管歌声早已不能听到，

它却仍在我心头缭绕。

有人知道华兹华斯这首诗的英文原文是什么吗

下面这段诗里的第12行到第17行：

Imagination--here the Power so called (from The Prelude, Book 6)

by William Wordsworth

Imagination--here the Power so called

Through sad incompetence of human speech,

That awful Power rose from the mind's abyss

Like an unfathered vapour that enwraps,

At once, some lonely traveller. I was lost;

Halted without an effort to break through;

But to my conscious soul I now can say--

＂I recognise thy glory:＂ in such strength

Of usurpation, when the light of sense

Goes out, but with a flash that has revealed

The invisible world, doth greatness make abode,

There harbours; whether we be young or old,

Our destiny, our being's heart and home,

Is with infinitude, and only there;

With hope it is, hope that can never die,

Effort, and expectation, and desire,

And something evermore about to be.

Under such banners militant, the soul

Seeks for no trophies, struggles for no spoils

That may attest her prowess, blest in thoughts

That are their own perfection and reward,

Strong in herself and in beatitude

That hides her, like the mighty flood of Nile

Poured from his fount of Abyssinian clouds

To fertilise the whole Egyptian plain.

雪莱致华兹华斯英文原文

To Wordsworth

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know

That things depart which never may return:

Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow,

Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn.

These common woes I feel. One loss is mine

Which thou too feel'st, yet I alone deplore.

Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine

On some frail bark in winter's midnight roar:

Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood

Above the blind and battling multitude:

In honoured poverty thy voice did weave

Songs consecrate to truth and liberty, --

Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve,

Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be.