In such an ecstasy!
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
充满了鲜红的灵感之泉，
Charmd magic casements, opening on the foam
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk
流过草坪，越过幽静的溪水，
一尝就令人想起绿色之邦，
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在午夜里溘然魂离人间，
这缀满了露酒的麝香蔷薇，
Ode To A Nightingale
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
饥饿的世代无法将你蹂躏；
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溜上山坡；而此时，它正深深
于是向着列斯忘川下沉：
因为在林间嘹亮的天地里，
就是这声音常常
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
而“瘫痪”有几根白发在摇摆；
一个美女望着大海险恶的浪花。
又象是刚刚把鸦片吞服，
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
And with thee fade away into the forest dim
哎，要是有一口酒！那冷藏
想起花神，恋歌，阳光和舞蹈！
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards
And purple-stained mouth
站在异邦的谷田里想着家；
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain--
除了有一线天光，被微风带过，
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
No hungry generations tread thee down;
那歌声去了：－－我是睡？是醒？
在这里，稍一思索就充满了
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
今夜，我偶然听到的歌曲
刺进了感官，有如饮过毒鸠，
Full of the tｗwｗ•99lib•ｎｅｔrue, the blushful Hippocrene,
我要展开诗歌底无形羽翼，
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
John Keats
新生的爱情活不到明天就枯凋。
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
和你同去幽暗的林中隐没：
Up the hill-side; and now tis buried deep
Clusterd around by all her starry Fays;
As she is famd to do, deceiving elf.
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
埋在附近的溪谷中：
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
呵，失掉了！这句话好比一声钟
别了！别了！你怨诉的歌声
In the next valley-glades:
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
而现在，哦，死更是多么富丽：
这使人对坐而悲叹的世界；
And mid-Mays eldest child,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
远远地、远远隐没，让我忘掉
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
发出这般的狂喜！
但这儿却不甚明亮，
或许这同样的歌也曾激荡
To take into the air my quiet breath;
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Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
这白枳花，和田野的玫瑰，
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
夜莺颂
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
葱绿的幽暗，和苔藓的曲径。
我在黑暗里倾听：呵，多少次
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
杯沿明灭着珍珠的泡沫，
别了！幻想，这骗人的妖童，
Calld him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
在失掉了的仙域里引动窗扉：
Coold a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Already with thee! tender is the night,
你仍将歌唱，但我却不再听见－－
哦，我要一饮而离开尘寰，
尽管这头脑已经困顿、疲乏；
夜这般温柔，月后正登上宝座，
你在树叶间从不知道的一切，
使我猛醒到我站脚的地方！
并不是我嫉妒你的好运，
曾使古代的帝王和村夫喜悦；
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
露丝忧郁的心，使她不禁落泪，
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
放开歌喉，歌唱着夏季。
To to九*九*藏*书*网ll me back from thee to my sole self!
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
The same that oft-times hath
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
忧伤和灰色的绝望，
在温馨的幽暗里，我只能猜想
我在诗思里用尽了好的言辞，
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
这绿叶堆中易谢的紫罗兰，
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
而是你的快乐使我太欢欣－－
它成了夏夜蚊蚋的嗡萦的港湾。
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
And leaden-eyed despairs,
要是有一杯南国的温暖
忘记这疲劳、热病、和焦躁，
在这里，青春苍白、消瘦、死亡，
去吧！去吧！我要朝你飞去，
Fast fading violets coverd up in leaves;
噫，这是个幻觉，还是梦寐？
我看不出是哪种花草在脚旁，
不能老耍弄它盛传的伎俩。
当你正倾泻着你的心怀
去了！呵，我已经和你同往！
But here there is no light,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
你呵，轻翅的仙灵，
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Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
在地下多年的清醇饮料，
你的葬歌只能唱给泥草一块。
求他把我的一息散入空茫；
我的心在痛，困顿和麻木
赋予这果树，林莽，和草丛，
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!
Wherewith the seasonable month endows
Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?
给嘴唇染上紫斑；
这个时令该把哪种芬芳
周围是侍卫她的一群星星；
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
不用和酒神坐文豹的车驾，
Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
To thy high requiem become a sod.
永生的鸟呵，你不会死去！
而“美”保持不住明眸的光彩，
你躲进山毛榉的葱绿和荫影，
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
In some melodious plot
还有五月中旬的娇宠，
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
我几乎爱上了静谧的死亡，